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Lust for You

It had been a couple of weeks since Yazoo didn't hear about Vincent Valentine's name. What Cid just had requested besides being funny, it was opportune; to Yazoo deliver an envelope at Vincent's apartment in Edge, and still, earn some gils for the task. It couldn't be better. Yazoo did not know much about the man's private life. In the past, he was married to a woman, it was a shock when he knew it, but they had sex, another shock. Vincent flew out of his bed without saying goodbye, probably regretted for their night, and did not call him over the past three or maybe four weeks. In the meantime, Yazoo traveled to Cosmo Canyon with Reno. It was only what it took to make Reno Sinclair, the idiot Turk, entering with everything on Yazoo's life.

Even that they argued with each other whenever the chance, for the smallest and insignificant things, they oddly see each other at least once in a week, having sex, and then parting ways. He could not call it dating, and certainly, they were not friends.

"If somehow, we had to come to the past days, would you fight me?"

They were in Reno's apartment after a night together. Yazoo was dressing his pants to get home and veered his head to look at him, laid in the bed.

"Yeah."

He glared at him for some seconds and then chuckled, but Yazoo was sure he didn't enjoy his prompt answer. Maybe, Reno was right; they were former enemies with truce benefits, in the case, sex, and nothing else. He wondered about this all whole week, and the opportunity to pry around Vincent Valentine's life would be something new and welcome to rip Reno from his thoughts, at least for some moments.

As he approached the entrance to Vincent's street, Yazoo shooed away the thoughts about Reno and their weird relationship, and confirmed the address, very close to Seventh Heaven. He parked his bike in front of a three-floor building, recently renewed between a flower shop, and a grocery.

"Aerith Flowers? You gotta be kidding me."

The street was noisy, full of pedestrians, cars, and bikes. Alive, modern, and chaotic, so different from his home's solitude. He smirked, thinking about the expression carpe diem. The people there were doing this, busy with their own duties, drinking at the bars displayed in the sidewalks, eating in the many restaurants, or just strolling at the crowded avenue. Maybe, he would do the same if he lived in the nearest place.

He looked inside the glass door, saw no janitor, but decided to press the intercom, and await some minutes before breaking into it. Cid gave him a key in case the janitor did not show up to open the door with the strict recommendation to leave the papers in the lobby desk, and not snoop around Vincent's apartment. Surely, he would snoop around. Anxiously wishing for the man would be not available, Yazoo chewed his lips, mind running a thousand questions about Vincent's lifestyle.

"Does he sleeps in a coffin? Does he have a collection of weird red capes? Is he a tidy person? He's always drinking wine, maybe he has a cellar at home."

No janitor appeared after five minutes. No one inside the apartment answered the intercom. Excited, veering his head to one side to another, Yazoo discretely pulled out the golden key from his pocket, and as the key turned with that click, he entered the building. "Carpe Diem."

The lobby was fancy, and stylish in a way that a coffin would match the decoration. Dark polished wood floor, red carpet on the stairs, walls covered in a red flower pattern with an exquisite fabric that Yazoo had never seen before and felt compelled to touch. Silk walls. Rich's people stuff he guessed.

He had heard about Vincent's family wealthiest as a legend, even argued with Reno because of that, but it should be true. A gold-framed mirror accompanied the ascent of the stairs, and before start to climbing up, the noise of a door opening and voices from the top froze his legs.

At the top of the stairs, an old man, probably the janitor, waved at a man's silhouette, covered by a heavy wooden door, and then, the sir noticed Yazoo's red face looking up at them.

"Can I help you, young man?"

Vincent tilted his head out of the door, and his red eyes narrowed at seeing Yazoo. If he was surprised or angry, Yazoo did not know. He glared at him with a neutral expression while Yazoo fought to find the right words, mentally thanking all the gods, to not have broken into his apartment. "Oh my God, he's pissed off with my intrusion."

"Will you come upstairs or what?"

Vincent's deep voice cut the silence, Yazoo blinked, trying to disguise his nervousness, and fumbling on his backpack, took out the brown envelope.

"I brought you this from Cid."

Vincent just nodded at him, not a humph, a smile, or a simple ok, and Yazoo wished he could disappear like in the old days.

"Thank you, Mr. Petrus, that's all."

The janitor nodded at Vincent and climbed down the stairs, looking at Yazoo while he climbed it up. He could not be any redder than he already was, but when he reached the last floor, he improved that awful quality. Through the heavy door covering his body, he could not notice that Vincent was shirtless, with a grey towel hanged over his shoulders, damp long hair falling over his chest, fresh, and smelling good. Yazoo felt his heart racing and gulped. He was sure his eyes scanned the man's body to the point of making Vincent chuckled.

"Come in."

"Oh. It's not necessary. Here are the papers. I'm sorry for the invasion, but I pressed the intercom."

Yazoo handed the envelope to Vincent, who ignored the package extended in the air, his explanations, and paced like a feline to inside, turning his head to signal at Yazoo to come in.

As if he has glued to the door sill, Yazoo remained in the corridor.

A nagging thought on his mind, told him if he crossed that door, maybe nothing would happen, but what was disturbing him more than if something happens, was that he wanted something to happen.

It would be lying to himself to say that the image of Vincent's shirtless body did not fall upon him like a bomb of lust. "Damn...what the fuck should I do?"

Then, he thought that using the why not line of thinking, he was succeeding with Reno, with his work, and even with Loz, cutting his intromissions in his life.

"What would you like to drink?"

Vincent turned his body to him, finishing to dry his damp hair with the towel. He leaned over a bench, supporting one foot on the underbar, one elbow in the counter facing at Yazoo.

That was a dirty blow, wondered Yazoo still in the door sill, Vincent was shirtless, exposing his perfect abs, making his eyes wandered towards the thin fur drawing his path until his groin, where he noticed the opened pant's first button.

No, he definitely would not mind casual sex with the freaking hot Vincent Valentine. He would not mind to get out sore of his bed, scratched from his claw, and feeling pain on his ass at every rock from the road whenever his motorbike hit it, no, he would go for that and have the pleasure to put his mouth and hands in that man. Damn…he would let him fuck good. The thought that Reno was really perverting him crossed his mind.

"Yazoo?"

He was daydreaming such silly things that he probably was looking like a weirdo, stopped at the entrance.

"Close the door behind you. "

Vincent smiled at him and Yazoo nodded at him, failing at disguise a corner smile. "Why not?"

*******One Hour Later********

They crashed onto the mattress, in the same way, they had done in his room that night. Panting, they stared at each other and burst a laugher.

"That was a hell of a delivery, hun?"

Yazoo smirked, tiredly sighing, and rubbing his leg. "I swear it was not the purpose of my visit."

Then, Vincent gave a low giggle, approaching his side of the bed, and resting one leg over his hips, slightly pressing the young's groin. "You came to seduce me, naughty boy."

He planted a smooch on his cheek and laid on his chest, Yazoo's hand already caressing his black hair.

"No, you seduced me, Mr. Valentine. Oh, I'm starving."

"Me too, and I have nothing at home to cook. Tell you what, we take a shower, go to Seventh Heaven, eat, and you stay the night with me. It's closer to your work. What do you say?"

Yazoo sighed looking at the ceiling. It would be nice for many reasons.

"Are you sure?"

"We can order something with them if you don't want to go out. I live really close."

Yazoo frowned looking at the ceiling, not knowing how to continue the talking; they were not doing anything wrong. However, Vincent had a fidgety ex-wife, was straight, as far Yazoo knew people were aware, and oh, sure, an Avalanche member, his sort of boss, and Loz's friend. Nothing to go wrong.

"Imagine Loz bringing some burgers, and finding me here."

"You won't open the door naked, saying, hey Loz, just rode Vincent's dick that's why I'm here not because of papers, and I allured him, again. Would you?"

Yazoo smirked, relaxing again on Vincent's pillow.

"And he let me starving, brother. Oh, and he seduced me by opening the door half-naked!" Yazoo rolled to aside, his feet hanging out of the bed, and he veered his head to Vincent, smiling at him, flushed cheeks, damn he was hot.

"Do you think he would be mad at us, Vincent? I mean, never mind. Ok, I will take that shower you offered. I can't get out with this hair."

Before he stood up, Vincent touched his arm.

"I'm good with discretion, and this is our business, right? No one has nothing to do with this, and I promise you to keep it in this way. No matter what may happen from now on. Ok?"

Yazoo nodded Yazoo agreed at him with a smirk, stood off the bed, and paced to the bathroom. He should be feeling tired, but the sex gave him a boost of energy. "I'm feeling good."

Vincent stayed in the bed, looking at the ceiling. He was a pervert old man that happened to find out a curious young man. Yazoo had his affairs, and Reno could be just one of them. He was young, discovering all his sexuality, and probably did not want exclusivity, or anyone prying on his life. Perfect to Vincent. He stood up from the bed, went to his closet, grabbed clean towels for them, and followed to the bathroom.

He slightly pushed Yazoo aside, and shared the shower, pulling some drops of shampoo on his hand, and then rubbing it in over Yazoo's hair. He smirked with Yazoo's reaction, he even flinched at first with the touch, but then, relaxed, closing his eyes with the soft massage on his scalp. A skittish cat, Vincent wondered it was a perfect animal analogy to Yazoo. After getting used to the harmless touch, he rubbed his scalp over his fingers as a cat would do, and closed his eyes.

"This is so good."

"I love Gongarian shampoo."

" I mean this intimacy is so good, and you're so sweet, Vincent." Yazoo opened his eyes, frowning with the romantic bullshit coming out of his mouth.

"Thanks, sweet is not a word usually used to describe me, but I liked it." Vincent chuckled, tilted his head forward, and kissed Yazoo's soaped shoulder, continuing his rubbing.

"Sorry, I know you're not."

"I told I liked it. Relax, and wash it to put the conditioner."

After they dried both hairs, exchanged some tips about shampoo, and other things that Yazoo considered very queer, especially for Vincent, he could not hold on his curiosity anymore.

"Are you bi or just gay?" Yazoo stared at him with a blank face while Vincent furrowed his eyebrow, embarrassed. instantly he regretted his questions.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to answer." Yazoo cast down his eyes and finished to put his boots.

But Vincent did not seem upset, actually, it was recent and he had never wondered about that issue.

"Originally straight, but after my divorce, came the opportunity in my way, and I enjoyed it. So, bi, I guess. And you?"

"Oh, I'm just gay though I've never been with a woman. But I don't think I would like it."

"Would you try, if a pretty girl comes upon you?"

"Maybe no, I don't feel attracted to them, it's not that I don't admire them for everything, from their strength, the power to give life, and to take it off in a lot of ways too. I also admire and almost envy women for fighting without fear to expose their feelings."

"But you won't fuck them."

They laughed, Yazoo shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "But it's not impossible."

"Are you ready to go?"

They left Vincent's apartment and walked towards Seventh Heaven, in a light, unusual, and chatty mood for both men.

The monster's appearance came into the subject, and Yazoo told him the adventure to kill it without omitting Reno's part.

Vincent listened to him with interest and told he was friend with Nanaki. Yazoo blushed, wondering if the big cat gossiped about how he found them out under the canyon. To disguise that point, Yazoo told him he felt bullied by his feline friend and all the village.

"I thought about you while crossing the Gongaga Sea."

Vincent smiled, looking ahead at the street, sincerely heart warmed with Yazoo. He was indeed a sweet boy or a plague to one who wished to not get involved as himself.

"I saw you and Reno descending the observatory, but I was too far to you hear me calling."

Yazoo kept his blank expression, staring at Vincent while he walked, eyes cast down on the floor, alert steps, and stoic posture. They were close to the bar's entrance, Yazoo lowered his pace, and touched his elbow, looking at him.

"That's why I've never heard about you, anymore?"

Vincent chuckled, furrowing his eyebrows at Yazoo, and also reduced his steps, until they stopped some meters away from Seventh Heaven's door. Yazoo's questions put him doubting which answer he should give him. Yes, in part because he didn't want problems with Loz, nor Reno, Cid, Avalanche, the list was pretty long though he gladly couldn't deny to indulge himself on pleasure as the chance showed up.

"Business in Rocket Town. I took longer than I was expecting, but it ended well."

"Oh, so are you out since…"

"Yeah, basically my detour was Cosmo Canyon."

"I thought you're avoiding me. You know, all the things, and then you vanished." Yazoo was so open-mouthed about his feelings and thoughts today, or after that blowing mind sex that it surprised even to himself. He didn't know why but he felt like talking about life with that man.

"No, I wasn't." Vincent promptly replied with a smile at him. "What the fuck! Is he sensing me?"

"I wouldn't like it, either. Are you sure can I crash on your place?"

"I'm sure and pleased."

"I've never slept out of home after I came back, only at the hospital."

"I'm honored, again."

Vincent approached Yazoo, staring at him with those red eyes, lighter than before, and Yazoo felt a pinch on his stomach. "Fuck yeah, I wanna spend the next day limping again. Bullshit, I'm a fast healer, I'm not limping even now, but relaxed and satiated."

Then, Seventh heaven's door opened, and Loz pulled his head outside, staring at both men, a few meters away from the bar's door.

"Hey, why are you two out there? Won't you come in?"

Loz stared at them, that was something different on Yazoo's temper about Vincent, but he decided to push it back, maybe his brother was getting real, and welcoming his friendship.

"That's a surprise you two here, coming together."

Vincent cleared his throat, and Yazoo hushed to answer. "I parked at Vincent's to give him some papers from Cid. I'm starving."

Loz narrowed his eyes and scratched his chin, looking at Yazoo's red cheeks.

"Great, I'll take a hide with you. Do you wait for me?"

Yazoo assented with his head and downed his eyes at the menu. "There goes the opportunity to sleep with Vincent. Damn, I would like a change of roles…"

"What do you want? A burger?"

Yazoo just nodded his head, and by his side, Vincent doubled the request. They did not even glimpse at each other, and to Yazoo that was an admirable quality in the man, discretion. He was sure if it was Reno there, he would promptly show up his annoyance, and they would argue. Somehow, Yazoo wondered if they would go on with that, it would probably be a safe and sound affair. "Oh, Mother, Reno totally perverted me..."

The snack became a dinner with Cloud and Tifa joining the table. When Marlene approached him with her hairstyle case, Yazoo glared at her with a menacing don't even try to get closer to my hair. He mentally cursed; not counting with a family dinner after he had fucked a family friend.

"Yazoo your hair smells so good. What it is?"

"Hun... shampoo?"

Yazoo's eyes narrowed at Vincent and the man stopped to chew his burger, cleaning his mouth with a napkin.

"It's mine."

Tifa said an 'oh', looking at Vincent and Yazoo simultaneously, crazy to ask why Yazoo was using Vincent's shampoo, her eyes landing on Loz behind the counter that seemed to not listen to their talk. Yazoo blushed, taking a big bite in his burger, trying to hide his face behind the sandwich.

"I brought you a bottle too, Tifa. I'm producing them now on my farm at Gongaga."

Tifa seemed embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to pry but thanks."

"But we are not taking on this side. Are you Yazoo?"

Yazoo, much more worried in hiding his red face, was up to say a 'not at all' but just shook his head. Cloud was sitting in front of him and the blond flinched in the chair for some reason.

"I hope to sell them on Edge too."

It was a weird scenario because Tifa, Cloud, and Loz were looking at them more than before or Yazoo was just paranoid.

"Did you get in touch with that guy from Under Junon?"

"Yeah, Cloud I appreciated. I left a box in the hotel shop there."

Soon after finishing their meal, they called the night. Loz would close earlier to take Yazoo's ride. Vincent understood the moment, and not saying a word or behaving in a way to compromise Yazoo, waived a good night at the party though he couldn't help linger his red eyes on Yazoo's ones. Both men gave a faint smile as if mourning the loss of a possible amazing night like the evening had been. It was when Vincent halted, already in the door.

A thunder scared everyone in the bar, and seconds later another loud noise called everyone's attention to run to the backyard. A strong summer rain with a heavy wind began to fall and blew some tiles out of the rooftop. They fell over the trucks and the pantry, it did not break anything, but the mess was big.

"I'd stay to help them, brother. See you tomorrow."

Unnecessary to say that Yazoo and Vincent glanced at each other, a light smirk hanging on their lips.

"Life not being a bitch, that's a good example. Shall we go?"

Yazoo nodded at Vincent, mentally praying to not draw attention for themselves, and left the bar under the rain. Tifa, who went to pick up umbrellas to borrow for both men, found them already on the other side the street, fast turning the corner in the direction of Vincent's apartment.

"Hun. Ok."

She closed the door's bar and followed to the backyard to help the men. She also smiled looking at the kitchen, where Loz was picking up the toolbox, with a silly smile at her. At seeing the scene, Cloud rolled his eyes, wondering until when the peaceful times would give way to troubles.

**********Late at Night at Vincent's Apartment*************

With Yazoo deeply slumbering by his side on the bed, Vincent sat on the mattress and picked up his phone at the bedside table. It was flashing since they arrived, but surely he did not lose his time with that. One message, and he frowned because usually, Cloud wasn't the type to text anything unless it was extremely important.

"Vincent, don't!"

Vincent gasped, looked at the phone for some seconds, then at beautifully naked Yazoo by his side, and erased the message. "Fuck..."