Destiny? - Chapter 6
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This morning would be a great day to a ride not too cold nor warm, with a pleasant light breeze. The bad thing was that Reno was feeling the wind through a window, inside one of Shinra's vans with his broken motorbike tied in the back. His trustful contacts; said if Reno wanted to fix his beloved old dusty bike, there was only one garage in Gaia where he could get it. In addition, he would need to be discreet about that on his work. Rufus just hated the fact that he lost his best mechanics for Highwind Motors what to say having one of his Turks attesting the pilot's good service.
Reno parked the van and a mechanic already signaled in the entrance indicating him where to stop. He liked the employee's agility and by the outside, it seemed a well organized but small garage. Two aircrafts parked outside, which meant it has not enough space inside. What made him not understand why Rufus Shinra was so pissed off for a small garage in the middle of the desert.
After exchanging a few words with the mechanic, Reno gave him the keys and the man told him to meet him in the third corridor at Diagnosis's Center. Reno nodded and entered the main area.
"Hey, walk on the yellow line to not be hit by something."
Once inside, he gave a laugher and got why Rufus Shinra was so envied, the frontage did not match the interior. It was a huge hangar, ships, trucks, cars, and bikes, noisy and busy staff running from one side to another. It was like the small tents from Harry Potter's, one of his favorites books from Earth.
He walked between the engines, as he was told until he found the sector, an attached hangar with motors of all sorts, mechanical devices he had never seen before and Reno was a motor lover. "So, that's why Highwind is keeping it low profile."
Walking towards an open area to meet his bike, Reno paused. At the end of the shed, behind a huge ship motor, Yazoo appeared on his sight. He covered his mouth to muffle a laugher. It should be destiny right? He lost the chance to see Yazoo again last week, Loz and his dreadful glares gave him back his jacket and badge.
Actually, it was not intentional had let the jacket in the truck and he was really stressed with that, after all, he let his former enemy with his access on Shinra. Imagining himself explaining that to Tseng was something that stole his rest the night before.
Yazoo was wearing goggles, fixing the engine with a soldering iron concentrated at the task. He did not notice Reno approaching and the redhead did it slowly, admiring a little bit more of that slender, pale figure, au naturel on his habitat. "Oddly beautiful, fuck why did I have to notice him?"
He could not deny he had thought about calling him again but life went on, busy week on work and Reno did not has time to think about their unfinished business.
Before pacing towards Yazoo, Reno ran his hands on his red hair and straightened his suit.
"It appears that destiny keeps pushing us together?"
The voice startled him, Yazoo's posture went uptight, and he turned his body to look at Reno.
Reno's eyes sized him, sarcastically biting his lower lip with a mischievous smile, receiving cold eyes as a return. He felt impossible around the man, like a horny teen brat. He would need to spend some quality time thinking about why he wanted to go on with this, but he was pretty sure it was because he was a man-eater. Oh, and the fact that it would be almost as a prize, a fuck with one of Sephiroth's clones. Definitely, it would be a good history if they would jump from enemies to lovers.
Yazoo leaned on his office desk, crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at him without saying a word. Reno walked forwards, stopping very close to the still expressionless young man, flashing his best smile.
"I have a problem with my bike; they said the only place I could get a fix or a death sentence for was Highwind's Motors. That's a surprise to see you here. So, what's up?"
"You are not surprised. Why are you here Reno?"
Yazoo remained on his spot, glaring at the man. He was being cocky but the last two time they saw each other they ended up kissing. Not that Yazoo really thought it was bad their last making out, perhaps exactly because of this, he wanted distance from the redhead Turk. Loz had a point on his concerns. Although it was kind of nice, considering that, Yazoo had no one else flirting with him and his virgin status was nagging him more than ever, it was just too weird.
"Sorry baby, I'm not here for you but we can fix it later after I fix my bike."
Reno blinked at him.
"I see... and where's your bike? "
"What the fuck, don't be so full of yourself I'm not stalking you!"
Reno giggled and pulled a cigarette from his pocket, never averting Yazoo's gaze; the other just pointed a placard at him on his back. It was not allowed to smoke inside the hangar. Yazoo still glared at him, green eyes, those fleshy lips. Indeed inhumanly beautiful even with that expressionless face. Reno frowned and put back his cigars on his pocket.
"So, what are you doing here as I'm not seeing any bike just you?"
The mechanic parked the truck by the side entrance and Yazoo glanced at Reno, embarrassed while the redhead busted a laugher.
"Oh…Did it hurt too much?"
Yazoo veered his head; glaring at the man with an angry face, lips tightly pressed together and walked to the truck.
"It's not my fault and you're just cute when pouting."
Now, Yazoo would have to behave, indeed he was a client. That was what always kept Yazoo at the bay with him. Reno was slick, strategic and he could get out of any situation because he was a damn Turk, which meant not reliable at all. He could not verify if Reno were there only for a bike's fix or because he indeed was chasing after him.
Reno followed behind, stopping at a properly distance to let them work, his eyes locked at Yazoo's movements. He clearly knew what to do, freeing the bike and touching the right parts of the motor. The other mechanic spoke in a low voice with him and Yazoo assented with his head, circling the other side of the bike. He put back his goggles and frowned at finding something on the motor.
Everything about Yazoo was in his eyes and the tiny movements he made with his jaw. The silver-haired man liked to think himself expressionless, guarded and cold but should not notice how much he actually spoke through his eyes and lips contractions. The few words exchanged with people, was his shield to keep them away, but for the ones granted with the prize to living with him, he should be no mystery.
Reno actually did not know he was working there, but it made sense, as Cid Highwind was an Avalanche member.
Everybody loved to talk about Shinra but Avalanche now had both Sephiroth's clones watching very closely their moves. Ops, former affected ones. Reno frowned thinking that indeed he should stop calling Yazoo a clone if he planned to hook up with him.
Reno managed to read his file and Yazoo, the middle 'brother', was as intriguing, crazy and dangerously hot as he appeared. Brilliant in a fight, especially with fire guns, mechanics and war logic. An alive and walking weapon, with the face of an angel and the body of a demon to shaken Reno's lust. That cocky, sexy man...perhaps what was making him go ahead with that flirtation was that he was positive Yazoo wanted the same.
Their hot make out in the truck was proof of how amazing it could be their sex.
Only at imagining, and looking at Yazoo squatting to analyze his bike, exposing his ass in the air under the tight jeans, he already felt a tiny stirring on his groin. "He shouldn't be allowed to be hot like this."
Yazoo stood up from the floor and cleaned his hand on a rag.
"There's a lounge in the left side out if the hangar. Please wait there while we'll run a diagnosis."
"I can wait here. I'm enjoying the view."
This time the mechanic demanded in a harsh tone; to Reno veer his head and read the placard, his grave voice echoing in the hangar.
Only the crew was allowed while running a diagnosis.
Trying in sounding polite with a client, Yazoo softened his voice tone, telling him he could smoke at the outside area of the lounge and serve himself with water and coffee. In a few minutes, he would meet him there with the results and costs.
After a while, Yazoo went to the client's lounge with the analysis. He was not in there, sitting and waiting like any other ordinary client. He had to be outside, one foot leaned on the wall, smoking and staring at him with those lazy blue eyes. The wind was a bit stronger in that spot and Reno's barely buttoned up shirt trembled against his body, showing his hairless chest. He had one of his hands on his pocket and slowly dragged himself out of the wall, pacing like a cat. Yazoo gulped, following him inside the lounge.
"I shouldn't feel so attracted to him. I shouldn't have missed that opportunity to end up this miserable virginity. I also shouldn't have told Loz. Wake up Yazoo! You're working and now he's a client. Stupid Turk."
The redhead stopped in front of him, hands crossed over his chest, balancing his legs over his hips.
"What's the news?"
"It can be fixed but it won't be cheap. The internal reactor is damaged, the motor is rusted it's almost building a new machine, but it still has some good metal parts."
Reno narrowed his eyes at him. "What do you recommend, fix it or sold the pieces?"
Yazoo tilted his head, thinking that an honest answer was the best.
"I would sell, but we don't do this here. If you want I can give you some contacts."
"Are they trustful?"
"They would give you the honest price and…"
Reno stepped forward, changing his hands to his waist, he tilted his head, lingering his eyes at Yazoo and cutting his speech.
"Did you get in trouble because of my jacket?"
"What?"
"The contacts you're saying…" Reno circled his hand as if pretending he had not asked the last question and Yazoo frowned at him handing him a paper note.
"This is the running costs and I'll send you the contacts…"
"Dinner with me?"
Yazoo rolled his eyes, placing the paper above the coffee table, as Reno did not get it from his hand. He sounded bored but his heart raced with the invitation and again he felt confused in saying yes and see what would come from that or no, and remain feeling as if he were left behind from humanity, wasting his best years of healthy sexual life without any experience.
"No, thanks."
"Still afraid of falling in love with me?" Yazoo paced towards him, feeling Reno would not stop until he calls it an end.
"It's just not the place and time for this behavior. Don't you agree?"
"I agree, wanna go to another place?"
Yazoo sighed and shook his head. "It's a pity…"
Reno stepped forward, getting very close to Yazoo; he took a wisp of his hair on his fingers, already smelling his perfume.
"It doesn't need to be…"
"Oh, not this, the fact that I'm not allowed to carry guns. Yet."
"Now you're really giving me a boner. You really don't cooperate, hun? What a nasty boy…"
Yazoo tilted his head, faking a surprised look at him. Reno was a prank, in another hand; Yazoo has never flirted before but he was developing a taste for playing this flirting game.
"Dear Mother you are a pervert."
"You have no idea but I would love to show you."
"Stop harassing me in my work."
"Yazoo, you provoke me."
They stared at each other, something that Yazoo feared. Reno still toyed with his hair and got even closer whispering on his earlobe.
"Dinner? Please?"
"Don't get this close," Yazoo said in a low voice, almost afraid of Reno's blue eyes at him, but remained on his spot.
"Why?" Reno asked already brushing the tip of his nose on his cheek. Soft skin, so good to touch.
Yazoo would say something but it was too late. Reno grabbed his slender waist with one hand, while the other pulled his face for a breathtaking kiss.
He whimpered on Reno's mouth, cursing his lack of efforts to control himself around the man. "So, wet, warm and soft. Dear Mother kissing is so good."
Reno attracted him in ways he could not pronounce and even though it was the last thing he was hoping to do on his job, he fell on Reno's trap.
That situation was just absurd.
Reno had to admit and pass over his self-pride that he was melting on Yazoo's lips. Now, Reno knew Yazoo wanted it as much he did. If the other were on his original 'clone mode' Reno would have his face smacked by his fist. However, it did not happen; Yazoo kissed him back, hands trying to break their embrace but not so effective in actually get free. Reno's hands groped Yazoo's butt and pushed him to the closest wall. It always had to be like that, messy, angry and hot to the point of instantly give him a hardness on his pants. "What the fuck I can't control myself around him, so hot, so fucking damned hot."
Reno deepened the kiss, sucking Yazoo's tongue, nibbling his lip, hands traveling from his ass to his back. For a second, Yazoo set himself free and slightly rubbed his thigh against Reno's crotch making him whimpered on his mouth.
"Oh fuck, we are going on it, here!" However, Reno celebrated too soon as Yazoo broke the kiss pushing him out of him, red face gasping for air while combing his hair with his fingers.
"Why you are always doing something bad at me?"
"Hey! Hey, I wasn't kissing you against your will. You know that." Reno raised his hands as if cleaning himself of any kind of guilty act.
"This is my work and I doubt you are here because of that rusted pile of trash."
"What? I came because of my bike, don't call it that and I had no idea you'd be here! Neither you're in love by me…"
Reno smirked and paced forwards, trying to pull Yazoo's waist back on his arms, but Yazoo shoved him away again.
"Do you really believe in the stupid things you say? You're the last person I'd be in love, Reno."
"C' mon princess, what time can I get you? Or we can just lock the door." Reno blinked, pointing the couch with his head and Yazoo narrowed his eyes frowning at him.
"Stop joking me Reno, I'm serious."
"I'm not doing this with you. Stop being so paranoid princess."
"Don't call me that, idiot."
Yazoo turned his back at the man, fast pacing to the door. Reno followed behind him.
"Don't be unprofessional we still have business here."
"I already gave you the information and if you want a dismount service you have to schedule. Thank you for choosing Highwind Motors."
Before crossing the corner to enter at the hangar, Reno touched his arm, getting closer but a safe distance looking up at the ceiling, searching for cameras and then at Yazoo.
"Why we can't ever do it in a pleasant way? Would you like to have dinner with me? Please, Yazoo. We should discuss what happens with us, that's the third time, it's weird but it keeps happening don't you agree? I can't stop, it's true but you can't either. I'm a Turk you know I won't give up."
Yazoo had his back at him and closed his eyes. "No one kissed me after him; maybe he is the only one that would have balls enough to come at me. Shit, I'll die alone babysitting Loz's future kids."
Whenever Reno talked about the greatness of being a Turk, Loz's concerns seemed very reasonable. Yazoo veered his head at him casting down his eyes at Reno's hands on his biceps. The redhead let go off his arm, looking at him in expectation.
"Thanks, Reno but I'm not interested. Exactly because you are a Turk."
He paced towards Yazoo stopping in front of him, cocky posture scrutinizing his expression.
"Now you're being the prejudiced one here."
Looking up and down at Reno with a scorning glare, Yazoo turned his body at him, pacing to the shed.
"Maybe. Still, we are not a match."
"So why the fuck you just kissed me back? Bitch, you are valuing too much what you have between your legs and behind your balls!"
Yazoo frowned at him, looking at the surroundings, worried if anybody had heard Reno's words. He almost shouted his sentence.
Reno sighed, immediately regretted of what he had said, as they were on Yazoo's working place.
"Oh no, fuck… I didn't mean it, sorry." Reno facepalmed, shaking his head with his rudeness.
"Get your truck and fuck off of my sight, Reno."
"Yazoo I'm sorry!"
Yazoo circled him; furious eyes capable of murder if he could and vanished in the insides of the hangar.
"Hey, redhead, your truck is ready to go."
The mechanic's voice called his attention and Reno followed the man, sulky expression and fetched his truck not taking leave at Yazoo. Perhaps, he had overreacted; perhaps he had lost his chance forever.
A couple of hours later, Yazoo went home, showered and mounted his bike, heading his way to Seventh Heaven.
Loz finally got his license for his bar truck and Tifa organized a small party to spread the news. Though happy for Loz, Yazoo feared Tifa was abusing of Loz's willingness because he felt indebted to her. Nowadays, from the seven days of the week at least three, Loz was sleeping there, but as his brother said, he was fine and content, so Yazoo would be there to show him support and not touch this subject anymore.
Before he turned on his bike, he felt his phone vibrating on his pocket. Quickly he took it and he had a missed call from Loz.
Yazoo groaned feeling stupid because for one moment his mind thought it could be that moron Turk calling him. Staring at his phone, he angrily put it back on his pocket. "I'm so idiot thinking that Reno could be someone to interact. Hmph. He's not worthy of my time neither my body. I have to find someone else to solve that sex issue. Loz is right, wake up Yazoo."