Stupid Yellow Truck – Chapter 5

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII and I do not make any money with this writing. Characters belonged to Square Enix Inc.

N/A: Yaoi! Mature Content!

Loz's drinks were a success for those humans and they crowded themselves on the small counter of Seventh Heaven. Tifa and Cloud launched the news only for their usual clients, though the customers themselves fast-spread the information around the neighborhood.

Tifa had a permanent smirk on her face; Loz was making money and bringing an ever-growing number of clients for the bar. Loz was excited and it has a long time Yazoo has not seen his brother so thrilled about something and listening to his councils, he would open a bar truck.

He bought Cloud's truck or Chocobo as Loz affectionately called it, and decided to keep it yellow. Surely, he would change in the future the "Strife Deliveries" painted in pink letters for "Loz's Booze" Thankfully, it was legal to work, good and not involved summons or killing people. At least not instantly, because the excess of alcohol did not work like that.

Yazoo closed the truck's back door with his hips and followed to Seventh Heaven pantry, carrying a huge box with liquors. With the bar opening at some nights, not only Tifa but also Loz needed help. Good for everyone as also Yazoo was making some extra by driving the truck, delivering booze or buying last minute groceries.

Apparently, money from "not official" races would not be a good idea as he was officially an employee from Highwind Motors. Mr. Valentine was very specific on this subject. The work was all right as well as his colleagues. They were a bunch of foreigners and Yazoo betted that some of them; convicted. Weird people as himself. Anyway, so far so good.

Somehow, Yazoo was enjoying his moonlights, he was getting to know more places than he would imagine could have in Midgar Area. Get to know people still was an issue because he really thought that people were strange. He wondered if in one of those deliveries he would find someone to 'interact' again. However, until now, everything he got from his experiences was that lame almost kiss from Reno. He groaned thinking about the redhead Turk and felt his phone vibrating on his jean's pocket but it was impossible to reach it with a heavy box on his hands.

Letting the heavy box in the pantry Yazoo went to the bar's kitchen where Loz was working. It was his last task and he could go home.

"Brother, it's all done. Do you need any extra help?"

"No. Thank Yaz, everything fine. I guess we'll close at 02:00 am tonight."

"I'll go with the truck and you got my bike right?"

"Yep and I know, I'll take care of it. See you at home."

"I don't wanna see any scratch on my bike. I'm serious, Loz."

Loz gasped and nodded at his brother. "Ok. I'll be gentle."

Smiling at Loz and tapping on his shoulder, Yazoo waved to Tifa and got out through the back door, walking forwards his bike. He stopped in front of the engine, giving it a last look. If there was something on the planet he loved other than his brother, it was his bike. In the other hand, Loz was not a careful person. Yazoo himself had fixed the truck several times for small bumps and scratches. Yazoo tilted his head with his usual 'humph' and turned his back following to the yellow truck. "It really looks like a Chocobo. What to say about the pink letters. Cloud is such a closeted fag."

"Hey, we have to talk!"

Yazoo stopped his pacing, mouth parted in a gasp; the voice speaking behind him made him frowned in disgust. It was an unwelcome and unpleasant happening bump into Reno. Deep breathing and preparing the best oh his cold scorning glares, he turned his body to face Reno. He could not express the instant rage that ran through his body. Yazoo stared at the man. He had to admit he thought about at least one thousand ways to kill him. That phone call made his emotions towards Reno vary from rage to shame and then back again to rage. He wished for his dear life to have his Velvet Nightmare on hands. He could even exchange his bike for it at the moment.

"Are you kidding me? Have you forgot what I said about staying out of my sight Reno?"

"You should check your calls. I went after you in Shinra's garage and you are not there anymore."

Yazoo had totally forgotten to check the missed phone call and growled in knowing it was from Reno.

"As if I owed you any kind of information about my life… Get lost Reno, I'm asking you politely. Unnecessary to say never call me again."

They stared at each other in the middle of the empty alley. Reno was unarmed, still wearing his suit, clearly had drunk some of Loz's booze. He probably was inside the bar, though Yazoo entered several times in the kitchen and pantry, he did not pass the saloon, and did not see him.

"Have you told someone or you did as I said so?"

On the other side of the bar, leaned in the counter, Reno noticed a shiny silver-hair pointing out at the end of the kitchen. First, he did not think it could be Yazoo, but after the third time, he was sure it was the man. As soon it happened an oddly an overwhelming feeling that he had to talk with Yazoo hit on him. What nagged him more was the fact that he had made that rude phone call to find himself later without stop thinking about him.

Yazoo busted a laugher covering his mouth and shaking his head at the man.

"Who do you think you are Reno? Get the fuck out of my sight or I swear I 'll punch your face until it matches your stupid hair."

Reno squirmed, faking a fear he clearly did not have, along with his mockery smirk, pacing one step ahead.

"See, always aggressive, wanting me to put you in the ground again."

Yazoo frowned and Reno got even closer, dragging his boots on the wet soil. "I shouldn't have stopped to talk with him, again, alone in a fucking rainy night in an alley! Mother gives me the strength to not kill him today."

"Touch me and I swear that I'll kill you. "

Reno paced forwards, hands lifting in the air showing he was coming in peace, stopping at a safe distance from Yazoo.

"Chill, man. I'm fine with our last fight. I won, do you remember?"

Reno tilted his head at Yazoo sizing him up and down with an odd look.

"Fuck off Reno."

Yazoo turned his back at him and continued his steps to the truck. However, it was becoming clear Reno was not looking for combat but something else. Maybe taunt him until Yazoo would lose his temper. He listened to Reno's steps following him and he stopped, quickly veering his body, instinctively protecting himself. Reno got closer enough to his tobacco scent filled Yazoo's nostrils, accelerating his breath, a cold sensation on his stomach, like before fighting.

"Hush. You know the truth to be told I tried. Hard even but I couldn't."

Yazoo frowned at him. He was close to the truck and he could just run to open the door and get out of the nagging Turk. Also, punch him as a better option. He was feeling himself disturbed because he could not stop looking at the man, at his unbuttoning shirt revealing his chest, the way he stopped with his hands on his hips. The damned freckles around his tattoos. Yazoo was breathing quicker than usual and could not say if it would be rage anymore. Reno had another talent than irritate him; mesmerize him somehow with his presence. It would be easy to turn his back and leave but he did not want it to stop arguing with the Turk.

"What is this nonsense are you saying?"

"You. I couldn't forget you."

"What?"

What followed next was a huge surprise. The batshit crazy redhead grabbed Yazoo's hands pulling them behind his back and kissed him. Not a pressure of lips, but literally diving his tongue inside Yazoo's mouth, then freeing his grip to hold him by his neck, touching his face and hair. Yazoo freeze with the act, not knowing what to do but neither moved from his spot. Reno broke the sudden invasion on his mouth, half-lidded eyes at him.

"Don't push me away…please. We have at least to do it properly."

Reno whispered on his ear, softly nibbling his neck and giving him goosebumps all over his skin. Yazoo just mentally cursed his lack of will to stop, looking back at Reno and letting the furious tongue invading his mouth. "Oh, Mother why in the hell am I doing this again?"

He savored all the tastes he could, the wetness and softness from Reno's thin lips. So amazing, that Yazoo forgot how definitely not sanitary was sucking and licking at one's tongue.

A wet, warm, good, desire for more and a heat that ran all over his body as if he was in a scorching day. He whimpered when Reno tightened their embrace, feeling the ripped muscles above the fabric of his own clothes and then cold fingertips under his t-shirt, sliding on his back. "This is so good, better than sensing the music. A thousand ways better than being alone in…oh fuck, don't think about this now Yazoo."

Reno broke the kiss when he felt Yazoo's lack of air and even he was actually choking, he did not push himself out of Reno's arms but pulled his hands on his forearms. He stared at him with those huge green eyes, shining its green sparkles at him.

"Why have you done this again, Reno?"

"Sincerely, I couldn't forget that night, and when I've spotted you in the kitchen and I prayed to find you here. And to not be killed by you."

Both men gasped for air, staring at each other with puzzled eyes and questioning thoughts from both sides. Yazoo looked down at Reno's arms enlacing his waist.

"Did you take drugs?"

"No…I'm not a junkie, man! Are you using that allure thing on me?"

"I don't' know what it is you keep talking. I'm not poisoning or magically cursing you to act like this."

"Oh, I guess you did…"

"You're blessed with your stupidity for your own."

Reno laughed and went again to his's lips and this time Yazoo imitated him closing his eyes, not believing in what was happening. He had his first kiss from Reno it was official now.

Not a weak brushing of lips but a mess with entwined tongues, sucks, and nibblings. Anxious hands groping hair, buttocks, and hips. Gasps and moans; it was worse than the stupid doramas he used to watch. The once hatred Turk, the same one he wanted to crash his head on the floor minutes ago. Yazoo blamed it to curiosity and also the tingling sensation he was feeling on his body, while meeting Reno's tongue, slowly dancing on his mouth.

They were walking backward while kissing or Reno was guiding their steps for that until they bumped on Cloud's truck. They broke the kiss, gasping for air and Yazoo stared at him, touched the freckles around his tattoos; the already swollen thin lips. What intrigued Yazoo on those ten seconds was how much time it took for his rage against the man, turn to lust. He downed his eyes to the keys still on his hand. "Ugh, what a hell. Fuck it!"

Yazoo opened the truck's back door and pulled Reno along with him. The redhead whimpered with a mischievous smile on his face, blue eyes glowing at him and fast entering at the truck.

As he was not able to stop, Yazoo indulged at it and entwined his hand on Reno's hair. It was so soft, so different from himself and his scent so good to smell. The noises they were making, a mix of their gasps along with Reno's curses, funny and unknown was so exciting. Reno smiled while nibbling his lip, not his usual mockery smirk.

"This is so amazing Yazoo."

Instinctively, because the body knows, Yazoo leaned on the side of the door, opening his legs, stretching himself on the floor. Reno bit his own lip, grabbing Yazoo's waist and pulling their groins closer, bending his body to kiss Yazoo again. Passionately. It was impossible for Yazoo's rational mind not think about his doramas and that part of the novel when the good girl kiss the good guy and everything was an endless boring happy ending. Except that, none of them was exactly good guys, especially with each other. But he understood the feeling of closeness that makes people want to date. Another question was also solved for Yazoo; he was definitely gay.

"This is so…" Reno's hands slid from his waist to his chest under the t-shirt's fabric.

"Hot?" Reno ceased his kisses on his neck and stared at Yazoo, his half-lidded eyes watching him closely while he took off his jacket and threw it in the floor of the truck.

"I'd say unexpected…"

"That's the magic of life…"

Yazoo chuckled remembering Valentine's words. Even under his protests with hands trying to pull it down while Reno did the contrary, his t-shirt was upon his head, slowly pulled out by the redhead, between kisses, and nibbles at Yazoo's lips. He was whispering 'fuck' and others incomprehensible words that somehow, Yazoo liked. Again, he tried to think about words to describe all those amazing feelings but the word that came up was 'more'. More of those warm touches on his skin.

Reno licked a path from his collarbone until his nipple, scratching his teeth over it and Yazoo bent back his head, gasping with the warm and wet tongue on his skin, downing its way below his belly button. Reno was bold and by his action, he did not want to lose any time. His breath got faster and Yazoo could feel his muscles getting tense. Reno grabbed him by his buttocks, rubbing their groins together while kissing him again. Then, he stopped all his caresses and stared at Yazoo, caressing his face.

"You are so fucking beautiful."

Reno bowed his head and dug his teeth over his nipple, softly grazing over his skin, lapping it, so pleasurable. When Yazoo felt the Turk's hand on his crotch, he shivered.

"Wow…uhn."

Yazoo has never had been touched there or at any other part of his body by no one else. How in the hell did he deny this to himself for so long with such great apathy? Reno palmed the visible erection on his pants and again Yazoo whimpered. The noise of his zipper being opened and Reno's belt being untacked, called him to reality and along with them, concerns. Worse than concerns, he had absolutely no idea of what to do and he could not engage in something big like that with Reno clueless. "Flow with the wave Yazoo. Shit, I should have watched Loz's porn movies."

The redhead pulled Yazoo's legs and it was evident he would take out Yazoo's boots. Again, his mind came to thinking and Yazoo placed his hand on Reno's chest. He felt his heart fast beating under his palm with ragged breath and Reno was tremendously aroused. It was not the man's belt pressing his thigh. Yazoo was scared, more than at any other fight he had endured on his life. It was silly but true. He was a virgin, inexperienced but had an idea about how worked gay sex. However…

"Please wait, Reno."

He said in a voice that was not threatening, but soft, somehow concerned. Reno balanced his weight dragging himself out of Yazoo's lap, gasping for air. He took off his hands from the man's tights, raising them, and narrowed his eyes at him. "Virgin? Oh, Gods, he's so fucking hot can't believe this. I'll have to check his files again."

"I not here to hurt you. Unless you ask for it." Reno smiled and tenderly took his chin pulling out some locks of silvery hair out of his face. He stared at him and kissed his cheek under Yazoo's suspicious eyes.

"I'm kidding, ok?"

He was being honest when he said he did not know why he was so attracted to Yazoo since their almost kiss. They avoided each other as much they could inside Shinra, their only place of contact, and he actually should be beating his ass or at least ignoring him completely. Not making out, melting over him, and thinking about him whenever he had a break on his boring office. Because of Yazoo, he was suspended and still trapped with a desk job, out of the field and inside Shinra Headquarters, a pain in the ass.

Although, whenever he thought about the unusual, young man, he felt the butterflies ran from his belly to his groin. A sheer lust was blurring his senses. That 'incident' or 'fight' was as weird as hot. Unforgettable. His stupid phone call to Yazoo hit the opposite side because he was the afflicted one. He could let it pass but it was so oddly difficult thinking that he could fuck one of Sephiroth's remnants. The most beautiful one!

"Why are you doing this with me?" Yazoo remained on his spot, his expression almost childish at him was a cold blow on his mood and Reno sat on the truck's floor, deep breathing and averting his gaze at the young man.

"I'm not kissing you alone and you opened the door. We can slow down or even stop if it's what you want."

"Let's stop. I'm not ready for this."

Reno veered his head at him. "Virgin! Reno put your shit together and play well. Oh, fuck…this is unbelievably hot."

Yazoo stood up from the floor, and jumped to the front bench, fixing his disheveled hair and regaining his breath. For some reason, Yazoo did not feel comfortable looking straight at him, focusing on the empty alley with actually nothing to see. He glimpsed at Reno with the corner of his eyes, wishing he could leave. Even a fight would be better than the uncomfortable silence hovering among them. Reno followed him to the front of the car, jumping to the bench and falling straight on Yazoo's lap.

"What part of stop you did not catch?"

Reno smiled at the uptight man, trying to move him out of his lap and gave him a smooch on his cheeks, sitting properly in the other bench. He pulled a wisp of Yazoo's hair, sniffed at it, feeling the hair with the tip of the finger.

"I like your smell; maybe it is what drives me crazy."

Yazoo rolled his eyes, still not looking at his face but Reno noticed a small contraction of his lips. He smiled and for Reno, it not only made their situation more appealing but deliciously sexy. Perhaps it would not happen now but he was sure Yazoo would give away if he shows more love; they really did not start it with the right foot.

"Well you can tell now, that day in the labs, after punching me, you smirked didn't you?"

Yazoo tilted his head, wetting his lips still looking at the alley. "I'm not thinking it's funny, Reno."

"Do you have a boyfriend or something?" Reno asked using Yazoo's hair as a mustache, he was not angry but curious and already made up his mind to wait for the best.

Yazoo smirked and sighed, shaking his head looking for his t-shirt, while Reno let go of his hair. He fumbled his hands inside his pocket, pulling out a cigar.

"So, what's wrong?"

Somehow, it made Yazoo felt regretted in not indulge in what he wanted because of his worries. He had left Shinra's surveillance recently and they were enemies in the past. It did not mean they should keep going on this way, but from nemesis to lovers in so little time was an oddly great step. Besides that, Yazoo was not comfortable with the situation of making sex. Indeed, he thought he would want it, but it vanished when Reno's caresses became bolder.

"This is wrong for us. You're right we should forget it."

Reno gave surprised laughter. "Are you scared of me, or afraid to fall in love with me?"

"Don't be an idiot and close your pants."

Reno looked down to his groin and closed his pants as well his shirt.

"You were looking...I can show more if you want."

Yazoo rolled his eyes at him, with a grave face. "Please go, Reno."

"Wrong is not to live. But ok, I'll wait for you get used with the idea, it'd be the fucking of the century, baby."

"Don't call me that."

Reno lit his cigarette and took a long drag, the smoking giving a flickering air on his face and eyes, those lazy blue eyes watching Yazoo with a smirk hanging on his lips. It was a great picture of the man's beauty. Yazoo had to admit, he was sexy, dangerous and he would like to have a shot of that scene, thinking it would surely be the last time he would see Reno again. At least in this way.

"I don't want to have sex with you Reno. The kiss was enough interaction."

Reno got closer of Yazoo's bench, stretched his neck and whispered in his ear. "Baby, I promise to be careful and I'm really good at it."

"Don't call me that." Yazoo flinched, squeezed himself on his side of the door and pushed Reno out. The redhead stared at him and came back to his bench. "Virgin panic…Ok, I can deal with that…"

"Was it because of my call? Please don't mind me, you know I'm impulsive and do shitty things sometimes."

Yazoo turned his body frowning an irritated glare at him.

"Sometimes only? Like, push me into a fight, harass and then threaten me? Yeah, you do shitty things and sure that we can avoid this by never seeing each other face again."

Reno smirked again, tilting his head Yazoo. "Oh poor princess, I wasn't forcing you, neither the bulge on your pants that I was intending to take good care."

They were back to their usual mood, taunting each other and Yazoo shook his head, giving a long breath.

"Stop calling me baby or princess! Or I'll punch your face."

"Oh yeah, I will call you princess, because you really look like one, beautiful, cold and untouchable. Hmm, just thinking of it gives me a boner. Wanna see?" Reno touched his groin, biting his lip at Yazoo.

"Gross. "

"Are you a virgin? I told you I'm careful and I won't hurt your royal ass, princess."

Yazoo veered his head at him; mouth parted with a frown and opted to not answer. Reno was the last person he would like to admit his lack of experience.

"Get out of my car Reno and you won't need to remember me to forget. Because I already did."

Reno made a tut and chuckled. "Motherfucker, proud and sensitive…really a princess."

"Ok, I deserve your coldness but as I said, I can wait."

Before he got off the truck, Reno got closer again and planted a kiss on Yazoo's forehead, the act causing the young man to flinch on his seat. They stared at each other.

"Drive safe and try to not fall for me. I don't like sticky girlfriends, princess."

"Go fuck yourself Reno!"

He smirked, his usual mockery back in place and slammed the door, tapping on the truck.

"Have sweet and wet dreams with me, princess!"

Yazoo pointed his middle finger at him and only turned on the car after heard the Turk's steps backing off in the parking lot. He was confused, feeling guilty and resentful at the same time. He chuckled thinking that it has not ended so badly after all Reno promptly stopped his assault and left. Yazoo drove back to his home thinking that he should really be crazy to indulge in such stupid acts with Reno. Another night he would not sleep because of his love life.

The next morning Loz woke him up.

He opened his blurred eyes, rubbing them to see Loz with a puzzled expression stood in front of his bed.

"Why Reno's jacket was inside Chocobo?"

Yazoo tried to sound innocent but it was clear that it would not work with Loz.

"Are you sure it is from Reno?"

"Yeah, it has his badge." Loz opened the inner part of the jacket and it was there, the huge Shinra's logo along with the redhead's face as if in a mug shot. Yazoo rolled his eyes; he would have to speak about this with Loz anyways. But it was early, he was tired and shrugged his shoulder.

Loz sat in the edge of his bed, his face was concerned and his green eyes locked at Yazoo. The other brother gulped. Loz was a crybaby, fact, but when he feels a minimum approach of danger, he could be a feral beast in defending himself.

"I guess you know why that jacket was there and I'm sure you will tell me, brother. So start."

"It's a little bit hard to explain."

"Try me Yazoo. What the fuck have you done with that Turk?"

Yazoo stood up from the bed, trying to avoid his brother's eyes, but Loz prevented him, grabbing his arm and forcing him to sit back on the bed.

"Yazoo…I know you love revenge and by your look, I have to say don't! Don't put yourself in life risk for a childish prank."

Loz shook his brother's arm, his face red and tears already forming on his eyes.

"I've not done anything with him, stop this Loz, you are acting like a frightened kitten! Man up!"

"Is he alive?"

"Of course he is alive, Loz. Stop that, you're hurting my arm!" Yazoo shoved his brother hand from his arm, massaging the flesh where he had touched.

"If something bad happens to you, brother, I'll be alone and forever heartbroken without my family. A prank for you would be more important than this?"

Yazoo shook his head and dried his brother's tear already rolling down his cheeks. "Oh Loz you such an adorable fool."

"Did you kill him?"

"I'm not an assassin, Loz! At least not anymore."

Yazoo downed his head, he was unsure, if he should or not tell what actually happened with Reno. Although, he knew Loz would not leave him in peace if he would not tell the entire tale.

"What is it then?"

Sighing Yazoo rested his hands on his waist, casting down his eyes to look at the point of his feet.

"I-I sort of kissed him."

Loz stared at his brother, analyzing the words Yazoo recently had said and imagining he had misunderstood the sentence. Then, wide opening his eyes at the realization of the truth.

"What the fuck? Where? On Cloud's truck?"

Loz gasped, covering his mouth with one hand while Yazoo bashfully answered the questions, averting his eyes from him.

"In a parking lot. He was stoned and drunk."

Loz yelped changing his hand from his mouth to his chest.

"Did you kiss a stoned drunk Turk in a parking lot that happens to be Reno? What's wrong with you Yazoo? He is a Turk and he could fuck us, not only you. I'll ask it slowly did you kill him later?"

Yazoo rolled his eyes and stood off the bed.

"Stop thinking that I kill people around, Loz! No, I'm telling you that I kissed him not killed him. Different words and acts beginning with the same letter!"

Loz, even more, taken aback than before pulled his hands on his head, standing up from the bed pacing from one side to another. Yazoo sighed and continued his speech.

"He came on me provoking a fight, I resisted, but even so we fought and then he apologized for being a moron since we met and we sort of kiss. I sincerely don't know Loz why I let it happened. Maybe I was afraid of engaging in some violent act and then I let myself dive in the experience."

"But you also engaged in a violent act. Gods, when was it Yaz, last night?"

"No, a couple of weeks ago."

Loz stopped walking in the room, what was making Yazoo dizzied and finally sat by his side on the bed.

"You said you never had kissed anyone before, neither that you are gay. Why you did not tell me?"

Somehow, Yazoo was relieved to speak with his brother. They have never had secrets and it was making Yazoo feel bad about hiding it from Loz.

"I didn't know that I was gay before. It happened exactly on that day we spoke about it. I guess I thought that if I never have a chance to kiss again at least I'd know what was it. He just brushed his lips on mine and soon after, we were interrupted."

Loz gave him a long glare and made that sound Kadaj loved to do, the 'tsk'.

"I see. Now would you please tell me why I found Reno's jacket today inside the Chocobo?"

Yazoo lowered his eyes and tilted his head, making the same 'tsk'.

"You two were again making out in the truck... And this is so weird that you can't put it in words, right Yazoo?"

Yazoo assented with his head.

"We didn't have sex, only tongue kisses and groping with hands, when he kissed my belly I made him stop and he did stop. But I won't give him another chance. I promise."

"I don't need details. Do you like him?" Loz frowned at him.

"No…of course not. It's Reno, Loz. Reno! It's almost disgusting."

Yazoo pointed out with his finger at Loz, confident. "Totally gross indeed."

Loz just shook his head at him; making Kadaj's 'tsk' again, while looking at his face. It had not finished.

"Usually when people tend to justify their acts or thoughts by 'never again' it means exactly the opposite. You two had a long fight history and it's weird he comes at you in this way. Don't you think?"

"Yes, I do. Though he was drugged on the first time, he said he wasn't last night."

Loz whimpered and gave him another of angry glare. He stood up from the bed taking the jacket with him and walked towards the door.

"He let this jacket on purpose just to get to see you again. You took the bait because you're a naïve virgin. Don't fool yourself, we are still under surveillance and only now, you got a release from those bastards. Why put all of this in risk by flirting with Reno? There's no one else available for you?"

Yazoo sat back on his bed.

"Ok whatever, you take it to the bar. Now stop yelling at me."

Loz began to shout from the living room, his voice thunderous and mad at Yazoo.

"It's not whatever! What the fuck Yazoo put your shit together! Can't you see it could be a trick for something? I asked for a license to open my bar truck and I still didn't get it. I like my life as it is now and I don't want to have it spoiled by Shinra or Turks because you made a wrong choice for a fuck!"

Yazoo stood of his bed and rushed to the living, furious and bitter. "Why you didn't tell me about the license?"

"Why? What difference it will make? Would you stop acting as if you wouldn't care? I'm done with your shit in not saying a properly hello for people who are actually helping us to end up fucking Reno! Not even Avalanche are friends with Turks, they tolerate each other."

Yazoo stood behind him, Loz was tense, red face, he was angry with him, not worried anymore and it made him felt hurt.

"How could you say this Loz? I heard Cloud saying it has a delay, but all the licenses even for Strife's delivery. Do you think it is because of me? Am I making your life bad?"

Loz turned his body to Yazoo, feeling regret for the harsh words. He sighed and went to his brother, holding him tight against his chest.

"Course you are not. I'm just afraid of something bad. I want you happy brother. Safe and sound. I'm sorry."

Yazoo broke the embrace and smiled at him.

"You are right. Actually, I don't really feel anything for Reno. I guess I liked the attention."

"It's not because of the person, we really don't know him, but what he stands for could harm us. Shinra."

Yazoo nodded at him, thoughtful in listening to Loz's sooky voice pronouncing Shinra.

I'm late and I will stay at Seventh Heaven this night."

"Again?"

"Hun…yeah it will be crowded and if it ends too late I can sleepover instead of drive all the way back." Loz turned his back at his brother, picking his stuffed backpack and a bagel above the table.

"You are spending too much time there. "

"Tifa needs help. Cloud's never there." He said while chewing the bagel. "There are the kids too. And this is going with me."

"Ok, just don't let them abuse from your goodwill."

Loz shook the jacket on his hand and paced to the door, slamming it behind him. Opening a second later.

"Don't be stupid, surely you will have kissers and lovers much better than Reno."

Yazoo gave him a jaded grin and stopped in the porch, seeing his brother leave with the stupid yellow truck. He would get a shower and arrive earlier at his job; he did not want to stay alone at home thinking about his life. It was when his cell phone ranged. He jumped from the bed, looking for the device. Confidential number, Reno.

"Hey…I forgot my jacket yesterday… I need my badge. Can you bring me to my place? We can have dinner or just drink something."

Deep breathing and trying to sound himself with his usual boringness, Yazoo remembered Loz's words.

"You can take it on Seventh's Heaven. With Loz."

"Why won't you bring me yourself? Are you afraid of me, princess? I promise to behave."

"Stop calling me that. You let that jacket on my truck on purposely didn't you?"

"Nope, you drove me crazy have you forgot? I couldn't think about anything else than the blue balls you gave me? I'm dreaming with your lips on me, princess."

"You are such a pervert. It won't happen again I told you, get real and I have to go. Goodbye Reno."

Yazoo hanged out the phone on his face.

"Wow, how rude…" Reno smirked, pulling his phone back on his pocket. They were back at their routine of insults. It would not be easy to take another chance with Yazoo but all that mess was just too enticing not to try. Reno would give him time to process the idea.

Standing from his desk, he decided himself; he would conquer that cold iceberg which was Yazoo, make ice cream with him and would not miss a single drop. Yazoo would not have time even for melt.