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You Are The Worst
After breakfast, they retrieved the motorbikes in the police garage and followed to the Observatory. At least, they would accomplish one of the tours they had planned, not that both men would ever complain about the last night.
The site viewed the full length of the canyons. Thrilled, Reno pointed at the maze-shaped routes, where they ran to ambush the monster, and where Nanaki found them, later.
With a slight grin in the corner of his lips, Yazoo tried to contemplate the view while Reno, proudly talked about their heroic adventure.
Then, the redhead stopped chatting, and Yazoo could feel his eyes wandering over him, instead of the landscape. He approached his body close, lightly skimming Yazoo's back.
Reno could hardly believe that cold person by his side freely opened himself last night.
He tried to focus on the landscape, and not on Yazoo's mouth, but the scenes of those parted fleshy lips, sobbing, begging him to pound his ass, did not stop running straight from his mind to his groin. "Fuck, you look like thirteen, pull your shit together, man!"
Yeah, it was a fucking hot second chance. Different from other lovers, as he should have guessed. Yazoo, full of alien cells that turned him so fucking allured, making Reno wish to touch him at every possible moment. Somehow, he felt an inner alarm flashing danger on his mind.
"I like the perfume of your hair."
It was childish, the way Reno got closer, and enlaced his waist from behind, nuzzling his nose on his hair but also fearing to be moved away. Yazoo had no other option than veer his head at him, Reno's nose ticked his nape.
He looked like a boy, the sun lightened his freckles, his blue eyes were so clear, almost white under the light. Not wishing to sound rude, but annoyed with the tickling behind his hair, Yazoo broke the embrace.
"It should be a great view here at night."
"Nah, not better than mine last night."
"I mean it, Yazoo."
"I like it too, Reno."
It was true, Yazoo liked it for many reasons, less painful than his experience with Vincent, or his horniness was bigger with Reno.
Maybe, he should not have let Reno called him princess, but that role play was so weirdly hot, and Reno spared no efforts to make every moment count.
So good. How things change quickly in this new life. In the past, he dreamed of choke the redhead, but he would never expect him to do this while Reno fucked him. Damn, that was a great moment and blushing, Yazoo stepped aside.
He wandered around the place, all the three tents on the observatory were closed, including the observatory itself.
Reno turned his body and slowly paced toward him.
"We are alone here."
"So?" So."Stop thinking about sex, damn, you get weird around him."
He wanted to find a corner where they could get into, but shaking his head to pull away from his fantasies about Reno, he took a folder displayed in a closed tent.
Before look at the paper, he eyed Reno at the spot he was still standing, hands on his hips, those lazy eyes at him with a sexy grin on his lips.
He winked, and Yazoo shook his head with a grin. "He was thinking the same as me, yeah, we definitely nailed it last night." Then, he drifted his eyes to the folder.
"Oh, shit."
He handed the paper to Reno with a frown. Besides a touristic point, Nanaki lived there as the placard in the bad printing advertising announced.
"Whoaaa…Let's beat out of here, princess."
Reno held his hand and Yazoo startled with the act. He had never walked along with someone with entwined hands, but they did it side-by-side, climbing down the stairs of the belvedere. When they parted to mount on the bikes, romantic Reno surprised him again with a passionate kiss.
"I guess we should travel more times, princess. I like this romantic side of you."
"I told you the princess thing was only there, and I'm not romantic."
Why the fuck they had to talk about doramas, and still find affinity with some.
"We should come back to bed then, and make it flourish again."
The way he was enlacing his waist was so tacky, and heartwarming that Yazoo for a second felt scared. He can't have attachments to someone like Reno. Many reasons.
"Reno, let go of my waist and get on your bike. I don't want to get the roads in the dark."
They crossed the roads faster than in the going and chose to stop on Gongaga, in a regular park for their picnic lunch. It would not be wise to give a chance to bad luck, again in some exotic place.
"What?"
Yazoo asked, licking the tip of his smeared fingers with strawberry jam. Reno managed to eat two sandwiches, while Yazoo ate the other fours, also all the pack with two strawberry cupcakes each.
"Are you sure you are not on weed?"
Reno opened another bottle of wine and offered to Yazoo that shook his head, tapping on his swollen belly, resting on the towel.
"Are you sure you are not on alcoholism?"
"I'm on fantasticism, baby."
Yazoo rolled his eyes, chuckling, and looked at the clouds in the sky.
"Fantastic would be more speed, stable enough to ride on these curves. I felt my mako reactor almost failing while we're running from the monster."
"That was why you got stuck in the pursuit? Maybe some oil, you have a good machine."
Yazoo veered his eyes at him, mumbling a faint 'yeah' not extending the subject.
"I was taking a look at the precious Rufus bought, he barely uses it, and it has two mako reactors inside."
"I've tried but makes it too heavy to run. Good to long rides not running. I can imagine what Shinra kept locked in its headquarters' labs. So many techs that I'd like to put my fingers on."
Yazoo said it daydreaming, and it oddly remembered Reno of Rude's nonsense about Cid Highwind.
"How do you know this?"
"I worked there, don't you remember? Every mechanic had a tale about the room, but I just listened to their histories. I never saw the place, and I guess that only highly authorized people get in there."
Reno nodded, sipping on his wine while pondering over Rude's theory.
"I've heard, Highwind is building a ship, so powerful that he could form an army if he wanted."
"Where did you hear this?"
"I'm a Turk baby. So, you work with them, have they never mentioned a ship so powerful like that? It's possible to make minimal bombs, nowadays."
Yazoo furrowed his eyebrows with a mocking face. As Reno brought this subject, so Cid's gossip went to Rufus's ears.
His boss would laugh his ass out so hard if he would know that his prank had turned Rufus paranoid. But, that was something he would not do because it was too much explanation about his private life.
"It's a garage, a small one as to speak, and sure Cid always wants to improve his ships, but to sell and not to make them drop bombs."
"But you can manipulate mako energy very well, you also have higher tolerance among the others, and you know how to build motors, for this I've to say, it's fucking amazing and hot."
Yazoo tilted his head, somehow, the compliment, did not match the implicit tone of suspicion.
"So what? Am I making mako bombs because of that?"
Reno downed his eyes to his plastic cup. And if Yazoo was there just for his boss, to spy on him. "Get out of my head, stupid whimsical Rude's bullshit. This is the same thing of the tentacles, don't fall for that again."
"Avalanche is no longer a bunch of terrorists, any project from Shinra related to ruling energy is subject to Avalanche's approval. Did you know that?"
"I didn't Reno, anyway they're pacifists, and as far as they say, they're pro-Gaia."
"Maybe, you don't work for such a small garage as you think. Vincent Valentine is Cid's partner, and he's in the council."
Yazoo lifted his body from the ground, sat and stared at Reno. He wondered if he should tell if it was a fake gossip, that Cid blurted it out in the air in a business meeting on Mideel, just to make Rufus envy.
"I don't know anyone very well in this scenario, Reno, but Cid Highwind is a good patron, demanding but fair. You went there, and you've seen it. It is a small garage."
Reno forgot how many times they had done it in the past, but not Yazoo, and he felt uncomfortable with the way he asked the questions. Did that gossip had gone far enough to the point of Reno ask him to travel to spy for Shinra? If that were the case, Yazoo would cut any contact with Reno on his life from now on.
"You don't need to eagerly cover-up for your boss. I know Rufus is addicted to power, and he would make whatever it'd need to feel powerful."
Reno assumed the gossip as a fact, and Yazoo narrowed his eyes at him, studying his reactions. First empathize with the subject, creating a bond of complicity. It seemed what Reno was trying to do with him, according to Shinra's interrogatory rules.
Between tell the truth or go on, to see until where Reno would go with his interrogation, Yazoo opted to go ahead with the tale.
"I'm not covering him up, your boss stole Cid's first model, he's cautious, and he is right."
Reno stared at him with mouth parted, slowly lifting his body from the towel, and cross sitting in front of Yazoo.
"I'm not spying on you if it's that what you're thinking! The fact is, you have no idea of what you're doing, so you might be making bombs, and don't even notice it. "
"Don't start to find an excuse to bully me again, and moreover, don't make false accusations about my job. You're a fucking Turk, if I'm making bombs, you are upset just because it's not your beloved Shinra who would drop it. Save me."
Somehow, Yazoo was feeling an increasing possibility that all that romantic trip was fake. A mild feeling of frustration and angry became to form inside him.
"Shinra never caused a war, we interrupted one, and now we are rebuilding all the fucking planet. It's a narrow point of view of you, thinking about Shinra in this way. On another hand, Avalanche is having power now, had both you and Loz under their wings, and no one could say how they would control it. In the past, they practiced terroristic acts that lead to all you know."
"Hah, bingo. Wanna see you get out of this now, Yazoo."
Yazoo smirked, tilted his head, looking at Reno as if he was a toddler, and approaching him, he started.
"It's on the history. Shinra was already destroying the planet before Sephiroth, it was totally ruined when I came, and you had a plague because of mako leaking in the lifestream. It was not Jenova neither Sephiroth, not that I'm defending them, but chemical garbage. Shinra made Sephiroth who made all the cataclysm. That's why Shinra is rebuilding the planet, moron. The same applies to the Turks, and it is the motive of the very existence of myself, Loz, and Kadaj. Don't you think?"
The bad part of Yazoo's argument to reply back, it was that he was right. Shinra had fucked up for so long that they did not know what Sephiroth's interference was and what was not. Irritated, Reno stood up from the towel.
"Let's go, Unabomber."
Yazoo angrily veered his head at him, still on the towel. Reno had no replies back, and so he used mockery, instead.
"We just had an entire morning of good moments, so why is this now?"
Reno came closer and planted a kiss on Yazoo's cheeks, who looked at him with questioning eyes.
"Nothing. It's just some silly thing Rude told me, and as you are digressing, it kind of makes sense."
Yazoo tilted his head at him, bothered with the direction of that conversation, and stood up from the towel. Depending on Reno's answer, he would tell it was a prank, a gossip, and there's no project of such a special ship, at least he acknowledged.
"What makes sense, Reno? I'm saying that I'm just a bike's mechanic, and I don't know about any Highwind's conspiracy against Shinra, or, that I'm a bomb-maker and you got me."
Yazoo stared at him with cold eyes, feeling frustrated because they seemed destined to end whatever peaceful moment they get. Reno huffed, rolling his eyes, and finished the wine on his plastic cup, throwing it inside the picnic basket.
"It's impossible to talk with you without arguing, Yazoo. You don't respect any point of view, which is not yours. Everything is about you and guess what, it's not."
"You're thinking that I make bombs for a living after had supposed that I still had clone powers. It is about me. But I can understand Reno, your primal fear of me, led us to argue, and maybe it was what led us here."
"What, I don't fear you! You have to agree with me that a rumor like that sounds weird. You could probably work for an evil person, and don't even know it. It's simple! Given your past and all the alien shit on your cells, it's even logic that you'd be extremely useful. And make no mistake, there are no cowboys and Indians here, just men doing their business."
"Would I just have to agree with you, and that's it?"
"Yeah, I'm right. You're Sephiroth's mass murder assistant in crime, even absolved of whatever fucked up your head to do that shit, it did not change what happened."
Yazoo stared at him with a blank face. He thanked his ability to mask his feelings behind his neutral expression because by now, he was pretty regretted of all the moments together inside that hotel room.
"You're right, it doesn't change past, but I've changed, and I don't work for an evil master anymore, but a pilot who owns a garage, faked a gossip about his inexistent success, just to make Rufus Shinra paranoid, and laugh his ass, later. On another hand, you're an authentic douchebag."
Reno crossed the line, immediately regretting his words, but was also too late to swallow them back, and even clumsy, he tried to soften the heavy air around them.
"You'd follow the same reasoning if we were in opposites sides, wouldn't you? I would understand and I know you are not a bad person."
He opened his arms with a smiley face, stepping closer to Yazoo, but the other shoved away from his arms.
"Go fuck you."
He mounted on his bike, with a disappointed glare at him, roared his bike, and entered the road. They met each other again in the ferry, and Reno, instead of saying he was sorry, insisted on the subject.
"Yo, you left me there with all those things to carry!"
"Oh please, you alleged to had saved the planet, can't you handle a picnic basket?"
The last passengers entered the ferry, crowding where they were.
Yazoo also had his quote of public disturbance for the weekend, he did not want to call attention to himself, arguing with Reno in front of those people. Walking away from the redhead, he went to the balcony, looking at the harbor get far, and the view of the beach just a thin line.
Reno's words meant it did not matter how good they worked out a few hours ago because it would never change the way he saw him. Even feeling a little bit hypocrite, Yazoo admitted that he still distrusted the redhead, and it was so easy to feel angry about the man.
After some minutes, Reno walked towards him, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and stood by his side. They were doomed to nag each other, but he could try again. Yazoo sighed and rolled his eyes, cursing low when he saw his approach.
"Please, don't go away in the middle of a conversation, it's very impolite, and the second time in one hour. So, was it really a gossip?"
Yazoo remained in the balcony, looking straight ahead. "Did you plan this trip to spy on me with that shit?"
Reno frowned, mouth parted at him, and shook his head. Why in the hell did he fumble into the words when speaking with Yazoo?
He always messed up the things between them. Now, he would have to work his ass, hard, if he wanted to work Yazoo's ass, once more. Somehow, he did not feel comfortable with Yazoo's vague eyes that reminded him of the old days, both battle and Shinra's lab.
"Fuck, I like you Yazoo. The shit Rude said did not influence anything to travel with you. Also, you're oddly fast to judge me, too."
"Sure, it was probably why you booked a honeymoon suite."
"What the fuck, Yazoo!" Reno chuckled, getting even closer to where he was.
"Humph. You have to choose Reno, what am I for you, a friend, or a villain that you happen to fuck sometimes, to score points on your pathetic fuck-diary."
Yazoo said it not bothering to look at Reno's face, and the redhead gasped.
"I didn't say those things because I believe you're a bad person, but concerned about your well being.'
"Ok, thanks for your concern, but you don't have to, I'm on your pathetic list, and now give me a break."
"I'm sorry ok, maybe I did not know how to explain, but if you give a properly thought, you'd see that I'm right."
He could not say if Reno was being sincere. Vincent, Cloud, Cid, as well all the others Avalanche, were distrustful with Turks. He knew their alliance with Shinra was a tacit agreement, for now, and, though not believing in none of the parties, he saw on his flesh what Shinra could do for power.
"It's the second time in forty-eight hours that you say some shit for me. We don't work together, Reno. Period."
Reno pulled out his cigarette and tried to embrace Yazoo's shoulder, but the other veered his body, backing off the touch.
Insistent, Reno approached him again, whispering on his earlobe.
"It was not what you said last night, you said, 'Reno, you feel so good' and to me, this is enough proof that we work very well together. So quit the bitching, and let's enjoy the end of our trip. We fell for Cid's prank, that's all."
Blushing, Yazoo veered his head at him, good sex or not, Reno's words made him felt bad and judged.
"Still, we are on opposite sides. Maybe it's not our fault, just the natural pattern."
"Other reason to let it go, and give me a make out kiss. Oh, c' mon princess, you really need to be so fucking uptight all the time?"
Reno's hands gripped Yazoo's waist, wishing to lock him in an embrace, he imagined it would soften Yazoo's anger, making him feeling cared, and blah blah. Yazoo rolled his eyes and effectively took Reno's hand out of his hips with a grip on his wrist. Hard enough to sore.
"Get your hands off me, Reno, I'm in the clone mode, and we are done. You're too much work just to have sex, definitely not worth my time. "
Reno yelped with the hard squeeze on his hand, grunting at the free violence, and the clear despise on Yazoo's speech.
"Oh, for Jenovas' rotten head, are you serious?"
Reno mocked imitating Yazoo's voice while massaging his hand.
"Yes I am, and see, I'm acting reasoning as you suggested. I'm sure you'd agree with me. So, touch me again and you'll lose your hand."
"Do that again, and I'll forget you're my princess, ok? I'm being nice and patient with you."
"Oh, really, I'm exhausted with this passion-aggression all the time on me. You don't worth my efforts to build a relationship. We'd never get along for more than twenty-four hours; this weekend undoubtedly proved it. I don't want to see you anymore, this is over. Whatever it was."
"What the hell, Yazoo, don't talk to me as if I'm a scumbag! And you have no fucking manners leaving me again in the middle of a discussion."
Yazoo turned his back at him, walking towards the bike's park. Reno followed him with his eyes but remained on the other side. It was nonsense to go after him because they would see each other again before leaving the ferry, in a few minutes. Maybe they needed some time to sort out of the mood.
The ferry docked in the harbor, and in silence, they waited to turn on the bikes.
Once Yazoo's bike was free to go, he mounted on it, not caring to speak, or even look at Reno while waiting for the staff opening the gates.
"Bye, paranoid bitch. Don't fucking blow yourself on work."
Yazoo veered cold eyes at Reno, still preparing his bike.
"I will not, but I'll send you an autographed bomb when I finished them."
Yazoo was looking ahead, he did not notice when Reno came from behind, pinned him on his bench, and locking his arms behind his back, the crazy redhead deeply kissed him. First, he figured Reno a total confident imbecile, that not even feared to had his face blow from Yazoo. Next, he twisted to get out of the kiss but feeling the warmth of Reno's tongue opening its way inside his mouth, his hands squeezing on his hips and trailing to this buttocks, and Yazoo forgot his decision, from minutes ago, about not hanging out with Reno, never more again.
"If you come with the bomb, it's ok."
Confusing and welcome feeling. Yazoo rolled his eyes, a slight smirk on his lips. Reno caressed his face, joined their front heads, and pulled aside a lock of his hair.
"Would you come to Rita's party?"
"It's not her fault have a stupid brother like you."
"Neither yours. I'm sorry for…uhn, the bad parts?"
Yazoo nodded at him, turned on his bike, and was up to circle the road when Reno prevented him, holding the bike's handle. Yazoo stopped, looking at him, and the redhead pulled his face for another kiss.
They broke the kiss with that silly face, common when two people did not know what to say, neither how to classify their status; hookups, friends, or just former enemies, out of their minds. In forty-eight hours together, they fought, made sweet love, fought again, and kind of made up again.
"Can I see you in the week?"
"I have a tight schedule and large distances to trail between home and work."
Yazoo tapped Reno's chest, making him give space to maneuver his bike.
"And I have a tight ass missing you, and you can crash in my place."
Reno forgot Rude's nonsenses, his own rule for not let partners sleeping in his place, and softly kissed those lips again. Yazoo frowned, pushing his bike backward.
"Dear God, you're such a pervert. Get off my way, I have to go."
"I know you're in love with me, but you have to show me some tender, you know?"
"I'm not in love with you, idiot. Get real."
"Yes, you are! I've told you, I don't like sticky girlfriends, neither the violent ones. "
Reno shouted from the docks, giggling while Yazoo entered the road, pointing him his middle finger. This won't end good for any of them, but it was so exciting.