Life Not Being a Bitch - Chapter 14

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Alert: Yaoi- Mature Content.

Once inside the house, Yazoo excused himself with Vincent and followed straight to his room. He was so ashamed, feeling so stupid, that he could not stand looking at Valentine at the moment. He paced around his room, pulled out his jacket, boots, the damned heat seemed not going away, even with his stress. Yazoo stopped to walk in circles, and thought about a way, to explain himself and not sound so weird, as he already had been.

"I can't do this with him. Shit. I have to give him a properly apologize, and then give me a cold bath. I'll say that I misunderstood the things, he's straight, and that I'm new in the gay thing. What makes me sound like a desperate bitch. God, what am I saying…?"

Yazoo shook his head, deep breathed, and even without any idea of what to say, he opened the door. He found Vincent with his fist in the air, ready to knock on it.

"I'm sorry, I'm just checking if you're ok. Are you?"

Yazoo stayed hanging on the doorknob, eyes looking to the floor, face burning in embarrassment. He nodded his head.

"I'm sorry to have kissed you."

Vincent tilted his head at him with a smirk; Yazoo looked like a child caught in a romp.

"I'm not offended."

Yazoo sighed in relief, still deviating his gaze from the man.

"Thanks, Vincent."

"Do you want me to leave? The storm is going to the desert, and I guess that's clear in Midgar Area by now."

Yazoo shook his head. It would not be a friendly attitude, send Vincent away, in the middle of an electric storm, because he had sexual phobias.

"Please stay. If you go, I'll feel worse than I'm already are."

A disconcerting pause followed between them. Yazoo was too ashamed to look at Vincent. But he could bet the man was staring at him, judging him as confused and desperate exactly as he feared.

"I'm not offended or upset. So, what do you say, let's stole Loz's booze?"

Vincent asked with a smirk on his face, raising his eyebrow, already turning his body to the corridor. Yazoo assented with his head, a slight smile forming on his ashamed face.

"I'll meet you there."

"Ok."

Yazoo took the opposite way and followed to the bathroom. He washed his face, an attempt to ease the heat he was still feeling, and looked at his reflex in the mirror.

Yazoo envied Vincent's self-control. He used to be like this in the past, but, nowadays he lost it. Nowadays, he lost it. Vincent could have put up a fight for his maleness, though, he had been comprehensive with that stupid kiss. It upset Yazoo because he liked Vincent's friendship.

"After this I guess, he's no longer my friend. Oh, what an unnecessary mess I made."

Grunting and regretful of losing his head around Vincent, Yazoo turned off the water tap and went to the kitchen.

He found Vincent lowered in the kitchen's floor, looking for Loz's best liquor inside the cabinet. Yazoo leaned in the doorstep, arms crossed over his chest, seriously thinking that the destiny had some weird sense of humor, pranking him. The sight of Vincent with his back at him, fully available for his eyes look at him without being noticed, had to be divine punishment. Oddly, Vincent still attracted Yazoo, a lot. It should have ended inside the pantry, but, no, his eyes lingered on the man's body.

The way his legs curved, seeking for balance while pushing away the kitchen utensils that Yazoo had no idea how to use. His black leather pants, tightly contoured the shape around his legs and hips. Sexy and male. Nothing on this man was delicate, and yet, he had that looks between a medieval knight and a vampire. Classic, upper-breed, and untouchable for Yazoo's hands. What a pity was what Yazoo thought, silently admiring Vincent's figure.

He imagined, how it would be if Vincent had returned the kiss in the pantry. Lost on his daydreaming wanderings, Yazoo did not notice when he sighed aloud.

"Are you sure that I can crash here tonight, Yazoo?"

Vincent stood up and placed the bottle above the table.

"I'm, Vincent. You can sleep in Loz's room. Make yourself at home."

He looked at Yazoo and thanked him while pulling out his coat, and boots.

"This is an amazing bourbon. Have you ever tried?"

Yazoo shook his head with a grin, looking at the man pacing around his kitchen, knowing the place better than Yazoo himself. Vincent had cooked several times on his house while himself, eventually boiled eggs and water.

Mr. Valentine was there since the very beginning, fighting against their past goals, and later, rescuing him and Loz from death. Back at his past, Vincent, and not Reno would be a dreadful enemy to face.

Reno would exhaust his strength, but Valentine effectively could have killed him, if he wanted. Even Kadaj feared him. Vincent was stronger than Loz and Yazoo, taller, and he had no need to carry a gun, he already had one, attached to his body in the form of his hand. Not to mention, he also had a demon or a sort of an evil god that lived inside him. Fortunately, life was not cruel in the present, because against all the odds, they became friends.

Thinking about that, Yazoo mentally prayed to Vincent let the kiss subject die in the benefit of his discomfort.

Vincent poured the bourbon on the glasses, and toasting to Yazoo; he drank it in only one gulp. Yazoo tilted his head, wondering if the man was as ashamed as he had been with the kiss, and thus the necessity of alcohol to relax. Both men grimaced with the liquid burning on their throats, putting the glass back in the table with a thud, to fill it again. Yazoo laughed, because, on the second shot, Vincent coughed, letting some drops of the bourbon fell, wetting his shirt. Even being clumsy, the man was sexy and Yazoo, shaking his head, tried to push away those thoughts.

"Wow…I'm used with wine not…this motor cleaner. I told Loz to keep it away from humid places.",

"Do you want to take it off? I mean, I can lend you, another shirt, not that I want to see you shirtless."

Yazoo felt a huge desire to slap himself, because of his question. "Fuck, what am I saying?"

Vincent frowned at him with puzzled eyes and Yazoo gulped. Surely, he would understand it wrong because Yazoo was not succeeding to put his shit together.

"Thanks, but that's ok. So, what happened on Old Man's House?"

Yazoo stammered, tapped his finger on his glass, and then ended it in one gulp, to fill it again with more bourbon.

"Oh, you saw me with Reno."

Vincent nodded, and Yazoo thought why not tell him, it would be good, speak with someone. He was feeling lonely, and Vincent was known as a good adviser. Loz trusted him, and maybe, he also could do the same.

"It's a long history, better be seated."

They sat in the kitchen table, and Yazoo briefly told Vincent all the 'interaction' with Reno until that very moment.

"Sorry to throw all of that on you. I guess I'm not me this night, right?"

"Don't be sorry. I like this new you, by the way."

However, Yazoo had the impression that Vincent showed discomfort with their chatting. He crossed his legs twice, his eyes color changed from clear to dark several times, but he listened to Yazoo with interest. Vincent leaned his elbows on the table, looking at Yazoo as if he were choosing his words. It made Yazoo afraid of the next subject. He had to anticipate it, to show confidence, and not sound so pathetic.

"Are you afraid to be here with me, because of what I told you and…you know, done in the pantry?"

Vincent shook his head and chuckled.

"Loz spoke with me about Reno and you."

Yazoo gasped, wide opening his eyes.

"It was bothering me not tell you this. I'm betraying Loz's confidence, but you are telling me about your history, and it sounds weird for me, hiding this from you. I'll talk with Loz later."

"No, you won't."

Yazoo flinched on his chair, pissed off, frowning at Vincent. If his brother were home, they would probably be fighting on the kitchen floor.

"Humph, this is so fucking embarrassing. Loz, sticking his nose on my life as if he had this right. What else did he share with you, about my life, that I'm naive and that I would never fit myself in this life?"

Vincent rolled his eyes and straightened his body in the chair. That was why he liked to keep away from gossips.

"Listen to me Yazoo; I was helping to a worried friend, which happens to be your brother. I didn't want to hide this from you because if you'd know this later, you will be upset with me. I don't want this mood between us, and I also don't care about what you'd do, or not, with Reno or anyone else. It's your business."

Yazoo sighed, looking at Vincent's face, he felt like going to his room and shut the door. Too much embarrassment for one night.

"That's why you gave me a ride, that night? Loz told you to bring me home, because of Reno?"

Vincent turned his gaze at his glass and then at Yazoo, chewing his lower lip.

"No. It has absolutely nothing to do with that. I was running from Yuffie because we were married."

Yazoo was mild drunk, but he remembered Vincent was hurried to leave, and there was a skinny girl, calling for his name in the alley. Realizing that he had kissed a straight married man, Yazoo shook his head, feeling lucky to not had been punched by Vincent. "Back to my theory, I'm not suited for this. I cannot even recognize when I'll be about to get lucky. Shit."

"Oh, there is a Mrs. Valentine on your life."

"No, our wedding lasted only six months, though, we know each other for a long time, even so, we had a battle."

Vincent poured more liquor on his glass, and he seemed thoughtful. Yazoo stared at him, trying to imagine Vincent as a family man. "Straight, married, and what else? Fuck, my life is looking like a cheap drama. He's no longer married, did it finish because he is gay?"

"Why did you fight with her?"

Vincent lowered his crimson eyes to his glass, pressing his thin lips together while Yazoo's eyes followed him in expectation for his answer.

"I cheated on her with another woman. She found out because she caught us, and it was not nice. Yuffie got mad in rage, disappointment, and I can't blame her."

Yazoo lowered his eyes at his drink, adding to his mental list, that Vincent, was also not reliable as a husband. Six months. Almost the amount of time he and Reno were flirting around, without a conclusion and Valentine cheated his fresh, young, wife with another woman. "A man's woman."

"Humph. Are you enemies by now?"

"No, I love her. Sometimes, we can't do the right things. Yuffie saved me, many times and in all meanings that you can think. The marriage was a rash attitude from both of us. We know each other very well to understand this now, but still, it's all recent. That night, I wasn't ready to talk with her, and when I saw you there, it was my luck."

"This is a surprise. I thought that you would always know what to say."

"What? No. Why do you think about this?"

Yazoo rolled his eyes and it was clear why. Vincent always tried to fix things around him, be it with Avalanche, in Highwind's garage, even Yazoo and Loz were inserted back into society with his help.

"Let's not digress. Do you like the other woman?"

"Very much indeed, we are not lovers anymore, but she's one of my closest friends. We were enemies in the past, feral ones I can tell."

Yazoo chuckled and tilted his head at him.

"What do you mean? That Reno and I still have a chance?"

Yazoo smirked, watching Vincent sipping on his drink, scanning his reaction, through the corner of his eyes.

"Who knows, are we ok about Loz?"

Yazoo assented with his head thinking why not. Vincent was a friend, and he probably had tortured himself, more than Yazoo would be able to do with him. Plus, Reno was no longer a secret and Loz would have to deal with that.

"Yeah. Somehow, Loz is right. Reno and I don't work together."

"Well, this is something you have to try again or move on."

"Humph. People talk about their sex life, and it nags me that I still don't have this comprehension. I mean, I have it physically, but I didn't feel it, and I guess it's because of him."

Vincent raised one eyebrow at Yazoo.

"Who? Reno?"

"No, Sephiroth. I inherited all his logical strategic, Loz, his emotional side, and Kadaj, well, he was just his sacrificial lamb. Maybe, I'd be never suited to do all the things that are so easy for Loz. It has a possibility, due to my charming genetics enhancement, that I don't have it in me."

"Have what exactly, Yazoo?"

"The sex's thing that makes all humans fall in love, breed, and wish for it. Sephiroth did not give me this side when he split his personality."

Vincent stared at him, leaning his chin on his metallic hand. Yazoo sipped on his drink, his eyes denoting a sadness that Vincent understood very well. Acceptation. To find a place in the world was nothing easy, especially with such unusual origins as in Yazoo's and Loz's case.

"It could have been like this in the past; only a blind goal to follow, but this is not your life anymore. I've been where you are now, Yazoo and I know you'll get there. Take your time."

"Thanks, Vincent."

Yazoo bowed his head and raised his glass at him.

"You're welcome. Can we move to the couch?"

"Sure. Those chairs are not comfortable."

Most parts of their furniture came from donations. Yazoo and Loz spent some time, collecting free items along the road, and décor was an unknown word for them. Vincent stood up from the chair, squeezing his hips with his armored hand, and paced towards the couch.

"Sorry, my back is aching."

"Do you want something for the pain?"

Yazoo followed him, and sat on the couch's arm, glass on his hand, mind feverish. "Those two women should have beaten the shit out of each other because of him. Such a passionate behavior encased in a shell. Straight. What a pity." Somehow, it made Vincent, hotter than he already was for Yazoo's eyes.

"No, I'm enhanced forgot it?"

Vincent leaned his head on the pillowed couch, eyes closed, and pressed his hips. The word enhanced slipped through Yazoo's ears and hit the perv side of his brain, that not even he knew he had it. Vincent said nothing about the kiss. Not even after such personal revelations about themselves. They were having a confession night, and he would indulge at it, though not sure to where it would lead them.

"Now, tell me, why did you kiss me?"

Yazoo was sure his face got instantly red and burning. "Oh, my luck..."

He downed his eyes at his glass with a smirk. Better be light-hearted to let this subject go, smoothly and fast.

"You're straight. I got it. I'm still learning, how to construe those things, and it won't happen again, you won't need to feel embarrassed."

As soon after he said that, he remembered of his words about Reno in the past. 'I would never, Loz.' He has done it. But with Vincent, it would probably never happen again.

Vincent chuckled, opening his eyes and veering his head. He stared at Yazoo, with his piercing red eyes, scanning his features. The young was unsure of talking about the kiss, wishing to end up the subject with his apologies instead of debate it. On the other side, Vincent wanted to dig on it. He wanted to know if he would still have another chance or if reality called it an end.

"I told you I was not upset."

He tapped on the pillow by his side, and Yazoo rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

"Do you like Reno?"

Staring at Vincent, Yazoo concluded it had no point in trying to sound attractive for a straight man, though, he still wanted to look like confident but in a relaxed way. The damned heat was coming back again, in double on his neck. Maybe it was because of the strong bourbon. He sat on the other side of the couch, not so close to Vincent and curved his legs on the pillows.

"I like the game, I guess. We didn't have enough time to get to know each other and well, you know, the first time was not so good."

"Hmm, yeah, it's all about the game, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. Again, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea."

Vincent pushed himself closer, turning his body to face Yazoo and the young gulped.

"About what?"

"I don't know, be desperately in some way. I told you my history with Reno, and then, I didn't know you were married to a woman, for example."

"I'm divorced, not married. We never had many opportunities to freely speaking to each other, though, I appreciate it when we do. Plus, I like to give life a chance you know that, right?"

That last part of the sentence called Yazoo's attention, the same feeling of a turnaround in a fight that would favor his side filled him. The words give life a chance, in the small lines, could be read as I like boys too?

Yazoo wondered, were they still opening their lives in a brotherhood style or openly flirting with each other.

"Mr. Valentine, you are an intriguing man."

"Disappointed?"

Vincent stared at him, and Yazoo sustained his look, head leaned in the couch's headboard, hair spread around the pillows as a silver net. "He's prettier than many girls I have known."

He furrowed his eyebrow, wondering if it was happening, what it seemed.

Yazoo was Loz's brother, among many other things. Since the last barbecue, he noticed Yazoo's momentarily attraction, and indeed, he caught the young glancing at him more times than before, after that party. Then, it came the kiss in the pantry.

He has never thought about the man in a sexual way, but after Loz's gossips, he could not deny he began to look at him with other eyes. Vincent noticed the allure, the beauty, and of course, the curiosity grew inside him. But, he would never dare to think about this as more than a silly fantasy, that he not even allowed himself to have on his lonely nights.

That kiss was something childish and confused, but Yazoo's attitudes towards him now were different. He changed his body language in the couch, touched his hair some times, those green eyes, were brighter than before. He seemed disappointed with Vincent's partners being women.

"Not at all."

What would Vincent do with Loz's friendship? Well, he had no intention to tell Loz, if something would happen. The virgin brother who Loz was so protective. Loz would punch him, feeling betrayed, but Yazoo was no longer a virgin. Reno did that part of the job and by Yazoo's first impression, poorly. It could be the alcohol but, hun, Yazoo had given the first step in the pantry. If he had indulged on it, they would be making out by now, properly this time. He would make Yazoo feel good about sex. He deserved not walking around; thinking the graceless intercourse he had with Reno would be the definition of his sexual life forever.

Vincent was sure he frowned in thinking about those questions because Yazoo gave him a questioning look. Then, he chuckled.

"What, Mr. Valentine?"

Yazoo relaxed more his body on the couch, stretching his legs but without touch at Vincent.

"Do you mock me when you call me Mr. Valentine? Loz doesn't call me that nowadays, so why do you, sometimes?"

Finishing his drink in one gulp, Yazoo pulled down his legs off the couch, put the glass above the coffee table, and turned his body to the man. Probably he was blushing, but he did not care. He felt his skin tingling, a heat running from his belly to his neck, accelerating his heart while Vincent shortened their distance in the couch. His scent came across his nose again, and it was a fact for Yazoo that it turned him on. His mind wondered if Vincent knew it and was doing that on purpose.

"I'd never. Maybe it's because of your posture, always knowing what to do, what to say, how to solve, but also never at the same level. Distant, but helpful. Close, but never really. You don't want attachments, which did not mean that you're insensitive to the others."

Vincent chuckled. Yazoo as always had been shrewd on his analysis, reading him very well. The young man delighted Vincent and something he did not like to deny; was satisfaction. He was not promiscuous, though; he had gone through a lot of miserable sadness to restraining pleasure for his body. Yazoo wishing for him was pleasant, just for the meaning of it. Usually, Vincent tended to fall in love, marry or want to, and all the bullshit along with a passional temper and bad endings. Lately, he was getting to know the advantages of the one-night stands. If it would happen tonight, he would eagerly indulge himself at it again.

"Hum. What a portrait you picture from me. It's kind of scary. Are you afraid of me, Yazoo?"

They stared at each other. "I don't wanna broken nose, but I guess I won't have it."

In an impulse of confidence, Yazoo pulled Vincent by his shirt collar and attacked his lips. This time, matched by Vincent's participation, not in surprise but willingly, kissing him back.

He whimpered with the man's claw squeezing his thigh, dragging him to sit on his lap. So dam good that he did it again when Vincent's both hands clenched his buttocks. Yazoo felt like having sex for the first time. It was not the same hurry to get rid of his virginity; actually, he wanted it, for the simple meaning of what it stands for: sexual pleasure. Maybe he was not a lost cause; maybe his theory was just a fear of rejection or fail again. They broke the kiss, gasping for air.

"And you, Vincent? Are you afraid of me?"

Another kiss answered his question.

Then, Vincent looked at Yazoo, chuckling and shaking his head, but holding the young closer.

"Is this, really happening with us?"

Yazoo laughed; covering his mouth and stared at Vincent, who chuckled too.

"What about that thing of life magically happening? I'm always thinking about this."

Vincent caressed the silvery hair with his claw, gently Yazoo took his hand, and rubbed his face against the metallic palm like a cat. He kissed his fingertips. Vincent chewed his lower lip, feeling his heart beat faster. "Can't believe my hand turns him on. Gods, this will be interesting."

"Mr. Valentine..."

"You do have a kinky with that, uh?"

Nodding his head with a chuckle, Yazoo enlaced his neck.

At each piece of clothing falling on the floor, with each kiss, and touch, Vincent's concerns about his friendship with Loz quickly disappeared, giving a place to make that moment worthy for both men. Yazoo smiled, raising his hips, letting the pants slid through his legs, and getting rid of his socks. Vincent chuckled, doing the same, and they stared at each other. Vincent thought that was no way back now, and Yazoo wished they would go on it, without interruptions or emotional doubts. He wanted it badly.

"You are beautiful, Vincent."

"I have to say the same because you are beautiful, Yazoo."

Just a small detail spoiled all that maleness, combined with those aristocrat features, the awful red bandana. Yazoo took it off and slid his hands over the man's black hair until he reached for his arm. He searched for the damned scar that disturbed his curiosity. It was a thin line crossing around his armpit, nothing that undervalued his beauty.

"Indeed, a perfect work. Everything on your body is perfect."

Vincent gave him a mischievous look and then kissed him again. Yazoo had his huge eyes mesmerized at him, a warm sensation that fed his self-esteem. He did not feel it for a long time ago, and actually, it was a surprise all of that happening between them.

"See, touch, and taste, wherever you want, Yazoo."

"I will. However, if you never did this before, I'm not exactly experienced. I guess you already know it."

"Don't assume things that you are not sure."

Yazoo smirked, sliding his palm over Vincent's body, feeling his muscles, and taking time on his armored arm. He kissed the skin, the metallic forearm, and felt confident when he heard Vincent sighing. They stared at each other; Vincent's eyes were two little fireballs. Yazoo gasped.

"My time to say, you can do whatever you want with me."

"We'll do whatever we want, together. Ok?"

Vincent pulled him closer to his body. The same curiosity Yazoo showed, Vincent felt towards that young man. He touched the long silver hair, so silky, the skin, tanned than his own, hairless, different, and flawless. Apart from his calloused hands, none scars blemished his body, even after so many fights.

"Wow, Yazoo."

He was stronger than he had imagined. Bright green eyes, looking at him in expectation, when he slid his boxer down. Gorgeous was the word to describe Yazoo, and that was a welcome shared moment, though, unexpected. Who could say they would finish the night like that? Vincent was still amazed by that.

"This is truly one of those moments of life not being a bitch."

"I totally agree."

They kissed again, and Yazoo made space between his legs for Vincent. It was so oddly welcome that feeling of lust and safety. Now that he had material, he could compare. Vincent was warm but different from Reno's body temperature, when he kissed him it was deep, intimate, though, not passionate. Vincent was slower, not hurried, heavier than Reno, and much more attentive to preliminaries, what Yazoo enjoyed.

Yazoo felt no shame of being naked in front of him. When Vincent's kisses went from his neck to groin, no concerns blurred his mind, only the warmth pleasure on his skin. He was feeling safe, and it would not matter who would take the roles. He did not laugh but moaned when Vincent swallowed him in one move. Warm, moist, extremely good, soothing to the point of making him spread his legs wider. He gasped, wanting to give himself entirely in that experience.

"Oh Mother, this is amazing."

Yazoo said it aloud instead of mentally, and Vincent just raised an eyebrow at him with a smirk, not stopping his ministrations. The armored hand squeezed his hips and buttocks, scratching the skin, and Yazoo was sure he would not last.

Yazoo quivered and closed his eyes.

It was completely different from his previous experience. He was not tense, so far it was going everything amazingly good. He grabbed Vincent's hair, entwining his fingers on his dark mane. He wanted to feel the man, and wiggling his hips, Yazoo wished to know more dirty words, to shout the crazy lust he was feeling, running on his blood like fire. The feeling of giving himself, fully surrender to the act, no worries, no shames, nothing but the sensations involving his body. He was escalating the stairs of his orgasm, amazed that it was happening in intercourse and not alone with himself.

Indeed, as an old teenager, he did not last. Yazoo groaned, gasped, and even coughed, twisting his ankles over Vincent's legs. Nothing attractive, he would agree, but maybe that was the essence of the thing. The real pleasure was messy, sweaty, not made of sexy faces, but awkward movements, weird grunts, and grimaces. Opening his eyes, he saw Vincent cleaning his mouth with such a smirk on his face. Fearing that he had ended too soon, he whimpered. He wanted more, and his face probably denounced him.

"It's not over if you still want me to do what you have said."

"Yes, please."

Shaking his head with his stupid answer, Yazoo lifted his body, smiling at Vincent. He kissed his lips and bowed down until Vincent's groin. He would please that man, with the best that he could, at least for giving him another impression for the blowjobs. Slowly, Yazoo pulled out Vincent's last piece of clothing, his briefs, and he gulped. Impressive, unique, and it would be painful for other things, but he wanted to taste, anyway.

"You don't have to if you are feeling uncomfortable."

Yazoo lifted his eyes at him.

"I've never done it before. I hope you like it."

Vincent just smiled at him.

"You can stop whenever you want if you won't like."

It was amazing that a short time ago, he would never dream touch someone else in this way, though now, he was eagerly savoring Vincent's skin and fluids. Not disgusting at all, completely different from how he imagined it would be. He liked Vincent's taste. The way he embraced him with his claw, carefully squeezing on his shoulder or caressing his hair was gentle, intimate. Yazoo held his hips, clenching his hands around his waist.

He decided to use his senses on Vincent.

It was a very complicated way of privacy invasion to explain. Yazoo could not read thoughts, but momentary feelings that surfaced, like fear, excitement or hesitation. It was a good advantage in combat. He has never tried to sense someone before, out of a fight, for a pure lack of interest, and the truth was, he did not know what else he could perceive. Stretching his palms over the man's flesh, Yazoo sensed a peculiar mix between guilt, hedonism, arousal, and concerns. He was afraid, but yet, too excited to stop, and it was an empowering sensation for Yazoo. He felt confident in his intent of pleasing the man at each impression coming about how much Vincent desired him.

Vincent felt feverish, fearing to pull Yazoo's hair too strong or give him a fuck that would break his hips, or let him fuck him so deep to the verge of faint. He was so hard that he could explode, thank god, Yazoo was enjoying his first blowjob, and damn, he was good at it.

Also, too late to think about his friendship with Loz either the silliness about Yazoo's kinship with Sephiroth or Lucrecia. He gasped, little spasms tightened his belly, maybe it was wrong, and because of that, it was so damned sexy.

Yazoo whimpered, he pulled his hair too harshly. He glanced at him, so beautiful, so overwhelming pleasing him. "A worthy sin."

It was empiric, he was fucking Yazoo's mouth, and he would not stop another fact.

Gods, it felt so insanely good that another hard spasm came, and he grabbed Yazoo's head, entwining his metallic fingers on his silvery hair. He whined, but Vincent could not listen to him.

Slowly coming out of his climax, Vincent sighed, trying to clean Yazoo's face. He would say something but just chuckled at the messy. Yazoo had his hair glued, the clothes he could not see, but one thing Vincent knew; it was far from over. Yazoo was just perfection in a bottle.

"Shower and your room?"

Yazoo nodded at him with a mischievous smirk on his face. Against everything, he would not expect, neither predict, that the fuck of the century, would be Mr. Vincent Valentine. At least, it had started much better.

A ray fell in the backyard, and they startled, laughing with the noise. As soon as their giggles ended, they stared at each other.

"Blessed storm."

Vincent agreed with his head, and kissed him again, so intimate, much closer than Yazoo had thought it could be. Like any other activity, the practice was the secret.