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Third time or Casual Sex?

Reno twisted the corner of his mouth, looking at the phone on his hand. He texted yesterday, and yet, no answer. Should he text him again? Maybe he should ask Rita if he had confirmed, but she definitely would nag on him for that. Actually, their last encounter let the question unknow. They ended the travel arguing at each other, but kind of made up, later. It wouldn't be too strange if Yazoo won't come to Rita's party. Two weeks since Cosmo Canyon and obviously he had to report. Tseng didn't get interested in the monster's appearance but in his journey's companion. They were Turks, there was no reason in keeping secrets from themselves because Tseng, eventually, would find the truth, and Reno was not an idiot. As soon he told about Cid's prank, he wondered if he had given the wrong idea about his connection with Yazoo. That damned lost beast put both of them on Tseng's spot.

He finished dressing his shirt, annoyed with the sorts of feelings Yazoo makes him go through.

"I never went after anyone, won't start now! Fuck it."

He was ready to go downstairs to the party when he looked back to the backyard. Getting out of the pink and black balloons' tunnel and crossing the path of metallic flowers, Yazoo.

Rita demanded that tunnel and the weirdly, Yazoo looked like a shy princess entering the party. He was embarrassed, scanning the place, not wearing a single piece of leather, but jeans and a striped t-shirt that made him look like one of Rita's colleagues. Even discreet, Yazoo stood out. Rita greeted him, and he gave her a small black bag that he handed her. After the girl opened it, she jumped on his neck, excited with the gift, and then, gone to show to her friends.

Nana took his hand, leading him to where his mom was, Rude and Elena were probably gossiping about him. Tsking, Reno shook his head, feeling idiot because of his sudden relief at seeing Yazoo in his backyard. "Gorgeous, damn bitch."

"Maybe, we'd get a chance to come upstairs…Damn Yazoo, you make me have pervy thoughts all the fucking time." Smiling, Reno picked up his phone, left his room, and slammed the door, but opened it again, running inside to make his bed.

He cursed after putting the covers up the bed, and quickly pulled it out, made a nest, and threw it in the closet.

"That's better."

Little red airplanes flying to a rainbow if you are intending to hook up definitely would turn-off Yazoo.

Finding a discreet place in the yard, Yazoo sipped on his beer, watching the party, and from time to time, caught Elena with her eyes at him.

On the contrary, of her partners, Elena and Yazoo barely crossed paths since the Shinra's hospital. She had shot him first, missed and kept trying. On his defense, Yazoo did not miss the shot, but the point was, he did not kill her or Tseng. Analyzing the logic on his line of thoughts, it made sense at the time, but it did not mean it was right. That's the problem with restricted goals. "Fuck, I should stop to read Loveless."

He nodded at the woman with a smile, embarrassed, she did the same and turned to Rude. The man lowered his ever-present sunglass, peeking at Yazoo's direction. He nodded and so did Yazoo. "What the hell am I doing here?" Even he didn't know. He already gave Rita's gift, greeted Reno's family though he has not seen him yet. He thought about to go away but veered his eyes at the table behind him. "On another hand, it would be a waste not to indulge in those goodies."

He placed his glass in the table, grabbed one pastry, and then he would discreetly leave. He tried the first, it was a delicious finger sandwich, then the other.

"This is so good."

When Reno appeared, Yazoo chewed the savory number three, full mouth, and startled with a hand on his back.

"Hey, I can see you're drinking and eating. Are you good?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Your mom's cooking is really good."

"You can join my family's table, you know?"

Yazoo coughed and took his glass, emptying the beer. Reno stared at him with that corner smile and naughty eyes.

"I'm fine, really."

He would never go to Reno's family table. That was too many questions he would have to answer, and somehow, he didn't feel like to lie for those people. Moreover, too many attachments.

"So, what did you get Rita to make her creepy jump over you?"

Yazoo chuckled, veering his eyes to the party, and bingo, Rude and Elena disguised but were looking at their direction.

"A makeup kit. It shines in the dark."

Reno chuckled, standing in front of him, hands on hips in that sloppy though sexy way.

"Sweet, so what do you say about to get out after the cake, and go to my place? You owe me a breakfast, remember?"

"We had one in Cosmo Canyon and also a picnic party."

"It's not the same, a monster chased after us, we argued, and I'm talking about lazily waking up, have fun with each other, and then, eat somewhere. So?"

One of Reno's relatives, Yazoo supposed giving the red hair, waved at him from the other side oh the yard, and his grandma called at him to come there. Reno veered his face at Yazoo, pouting.

"I'll go there and come back in five minutes and then, let's get upstairs for at least a proper kiss."

Reno approached him, sliding his hand from behind his back, and groping his ass. "You haven't gone to my room, and I wanna kiss you. You're beautiful tonight, princess."

Reno went closer to his ear, whispering nasty things he wished to do with him.

Yazoo chuckled, shaking his head to him, Reno was cute tonight, black jeans opened white shirt revealing his chest, rings, bracelets, sexy, and charming on his badass style. The only thing that didn't match was his choice of cologne, lavender.

" I won't do this here, pervert. Fuck off."

"What can I do? It's your fault being so damn hot as you are. C'mon, fifteen minutes, and I'll show you my room. You'll get to know the real me, college stuff, medals, all the shit.", he blinked at Yazoo.

"Real you, my ass."

Reno gasped faking a shocked look at Yazoo's cursing. "You have to watch out for your companies, what a dirty mouth, princess!"

Both men chuckled, looking at each other with a silly face. Truth, Yazoo would not mind to go upstairs with him and make out on his room though all his family was there.

"We'll catch up later, Reno. I'll taste the threats over here."

"Keep an eye on your phone."

Reno stepped back with a grin on his lips, whispering to Yazoo pay attention to his phone. They barely spoke again with each other at the party. After the cake, Yazoo greeted his family and left. He didn't find Reno in the yard, imagining it would be better leave than dealing with his pleas to come to his room.

A Couple of Hours Later

Laid on his couch, and on his pajamas, Yazoo opened the book on the marked page and began to read the next chapter of Loveless.

Knocks on the door interrupted him to finish the chapter, and frowning, imagining that Loz should have forgotten his key, but had a surprise. It wasn't Loz.

"What are you doing here?"

"Can I please kiss you now, princess?"

Yazoo smiled, sincerely overwhelmed at seeing that Reno, ran all the distance from his mom's house until the middle of the desert just to see him. He also had a brown bag on his hand.

Reno climbed up the porch and holding Yazoo's face, kissed him on the lips. He had no time to answer, and entwining his fingers on Reno's hair, Yazoo moaned on his kiss, pulling him closer, enlacing his waist to fell more of Reno's warmth against his body.

So unexpected his presence there and so good. Why not? It was sweet of him.

Chuckling, Yazoo pushed Reno by his hand, "Let's get inside."

Reno was a surprise box. Though it seemed that little by little, they were learning to dance together, Yazoo still felt unconfident about their odd and recent connection. At the beginning of the year, they wanted to jump on each other's throats and rip it off. Months later, he went to his sister's birthday party, and now, Reno was wandering around in his home, far away in the desert.

The redhead's eyes scanned his living room, attentive, and Yazoo was sure he had memorized the space. Somehow, they had more in common than they would know. Maybe it was Reno's training to be a Turk. Yazoo's case was just Sephiroth and Jenova that implanted an obsessive self- defense on his cells.

"That's a nice place inside." Reno already stepped to the kitchen.

"Humph. So, living room, bathroom, Loz's room, and here's my room." Yazoo smirked, watching peeking at the kitchen's windows, veering his head to look at him with a naughty face.

"I'll keep far from Loz's one and wanna know yours, as you didn't want to know mine."

"You want to know the real me, right?"

"Yeah, right, princess."

"Do you drink anything? I have tea and maybe some of Loz's booze."

Reno shook his head, biting his lower lip, and approached him. "I want you."

They kissed again, slowly, in the way Yazoo liked, touching each other's skin. Reno's skin was soft, warm, hairless. He bit Reno's neck, and with his hands caressing his hair, felt the goosebumps on his nape. Reno hissed, took Yazoo's hand and slid until his groin, making him feel his hard-on under his pants. He chuckled and taking Reno by his hand, followed to his room.

It had an intimacy borning among them, different from the last time. Yazoo, admitting he lacked experience about how to topping, relaxed, and let Reno guide their movements, savoring the feeling of having the redhead lustfully twisting his hips above him. An extremely exciting sight, he had his mouth parted gasping, blurred eyes still lost on his orgasm after blown his semen over Yazoo's belly.

"Have you noticed we didn't spoil the moment tonight?"

"Yeah, I guess we're improving though I have to say, quit the lavender cologne, you smell like your grandma."

"Really?" Reno sniffed at himself but now, it had no point as he was reeking to Eau d'sex. "It's a light cologne."

"Humph". Yazoo lifted from Reno's chest, stretching his arms up, and looked for his pajamas' pants lost under the covers. "Are you staying the night?"

"Do you wanna sleep, yo?"

Laid on the bed, Yazoo gave up searching for his pants and stretched his body in the mattress looking like a cat. "No, I guess."

Reno sighed, passing the hands through his damp hair, and thinking about the proposal. He felt like giggling at the absurdity of lying there on Yazoo's bed. Seconds later, he felt a pinch on his stomach, wondering if by chance it would become a habit for him, and Tseng's grave face instantly came to his mind. It was early, and he should spend energy to clear his mind doing something else, once he was restless, and sex actually had not relaxed him enough. It's Saturday night. Yazoo lived far from civilization, but not from the club, and he wouldn't stay. If he would do it, probably he would have to deal with Loz's glares in the morning. Too many attachments, the sex was awesome but that was all.

"Come with me, you'll meet some of my friends, dance, have fun, and it's close to your place."

"Reno, I'm already at home, and no, I don't wanna get out. I'm so relaxed. But you can stay if you want though I have to say that we'll eat Rita's cake for breakfast."

"Hun, so this is it? You fuck me and roll over to aside, not even a dance? What a selfish princess…"

Still laid, Reno slapped his butt with a mischevious smile and kissed his shoulder. Yazoo chuckled, turning on the mattress to face him.

"And now, I'm kicking you out of my bed."

"Are you learning this from your doramas?"

Chuckling and giving another light slap on Yazoo's hips, he stood up from the bed, staring at him. He was naked, flawless, one leg in the air resting over his bony knee, comfortably wrapped around the grey sheets, tapping his fingers over the wooden wall behind him. No way Yazoo would leave his home to join him in a club.

"I'm adjusting myself very well to ordinary life, and thanks to Nana for the leftovers."

Reno chuckled, locking his ponytail, and fetching his clothes from the floor when paced to the bathroom. Some minutes later, he came back showered and smelling to Yazoo's shampoo.

"Take me to the door, lazy princess. By the way, that's a nice place though far and that's why you don't hang out more times."

Reno said wandering around his room and peeking at the window view outside, the wastelands, and far on the horizon, Midgar's lights. It was a shabby cottage, but it was clean, tidy up though barely garnished with furniture.

"Do you have a garage here? I can see shining pieces over there."

"Yeah, I need space to make bombs, forgot?"

"You won't give me a break, hun?"

"You know I won't."

Reno chuckled, finishing to put his coat. After leaving Reno in the door with a long goodbye kiss, Yazoo happily went to his bedroom, satiated, and thrilled with himself and his Saturday's casual sex night. Much better than jerking off alone. Sitting on his bed, Yazoo frowned his eyebrow, was it casual or was it their third time together?