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Even lying on the bed, with his legs almost touching his ears, Yazoo could still feel like he was on top. He learned to like Reno's perverted side, and he had to admit that they had elevated the clumsy sex since of Cosmo Canyon to something, why not say, liberating for both men.

No matter what they were to each other, or how long it would last, he could tell that at least it was getting interesting. Yazoo wouldn't like to interrupt his sexual experiments with Reno neither Valentine. The two men attracted him, but in different departments, Vincent was a friend and Reno, well, the sexy and well-disposed guinea pig. Maybe, something more but he didn't like to think about it.

Yazoo smiled, thinking of Reno's face when he opened the door, dressed with the black leather coat he had ordered for him. Perverted son of a bitch, Yazoo imagined that someday Reno would invent this fantasy, but he was surprised to enjoy performing it and included some extra accessories, on his own, for fun.

The iron headboard hit the wall with each of Reno's strong thrusts. Yazoo looked up and saw that the old wood had splintered in the same spot where Valentine's claws scratched. It was sexy and dirty at the same time, men in his bed, marking his wall for having fucked him hard. He felt his face burn, that incredible numbness was beginning to slowly rise from his groin to his brain, making him feel momentarily outside his body and then completely inside again.

"Uh!"

With a silly grin that upturned the corner of his mouth, lost on his pervs thoughts, Yazoo unintentionally loosened the leash around Reno's neck.

"Is this fun for you? Hun?"

Reno lifted, even more, his knees, bending his rear up to him. "Guess, I oughta rip off this grin from you..."

Another hard pounding and Yazoo bounced on the bed, a chip from the wall flew across his head, and with a tug up, he controlled the leather strap, tightening it around the redhead's throat. Those were really good accessories, a whip, cuffs of course, and the choker with a long leash written bitch in silver strass.

"Easy, Turk, I need my bedroom wall."

Yazoo would never look at collars the same way again, it was empowering to control the man who thought he was dominating the situation. He loosened the tab, the leather strap sliding easily over the glove. That was another touch he loved, gloves. So hygienic and cool that he could spend a lifetime using them. Reno gasped, choking on the strong pull and stopped.

"I can't breathe, bitch ..."

The red marks around his neck itched, Reno tried to lighten it by running his fingers through the narrow space between the skin and the leather necklace. Useless to worry about it now, tomorrow, he would have red bruises and scratches from Yazoo's nails all over his body. Damn hot bitch, he felt very comfortable with the enemy's roleplaying, too much, and was freaking out about it.

"Did I say you could stop?"

Another tug on the neck and a hard slap echoed in the room, hitting his ass. He looked away to look at his ass and mentally added a correction, also purple bruises. Yazoo, lush eyes, sexy as the devil, biting his lower lip, teased him.

"Oh, can't you take it, poor thing?" and pulled on the choker again, smiling.

Reno snorted at him. Sometimes when that mood established between them, he couldn't tell if it was a roleplaying or if Yazoo liked to hurt him. There was always that thrilling feeling of victory to be with him, and fear from what he should expect. Maybe, it was the way he looked not at him, but through him, and the part when he completely disconnects of Reno's presence after cumming, as if after that nothing else mattered between them, though lately, it was different.

"Damn you, bitch, you're hurting me and I'll do the same to you."

"Shut up, Turk, and you'll do as I'm saying. Move slow."

Yazoo shook his head, trying to remove the bangs from his eyes and, at the same time, not to lose the hand strap. Everything about Reno was in his face, and it evoked his voyeuristic side, so he knew that looking at his partner while having sex was important. By the way, he imagined that Reno in sex would be as vocal as he used to be, but no, he was discreet, showing his pleasure for the twisted lips, low moans that he seemed to swallow for himself while waving his body over him until he came. He bet that Reno hoped to control tonight, not the other way around, and somehow it empowered him.

"Hey," Yazoo narrowed his eyes at him, still holding the leash tightly clutched in his hand, "Move."

Gently caressing his red sweaty cheek, Reno moved the hair away and downed his head to kiss Yazoo's neck, feeling him arching his chest.

"Yazoo..."

Reno smiled at him, and acting only by instinct plus some pervy thoughts that always came in his mind when it was about his princess, got closer to his face.

"Bad move, princess."

Fast, Reno took from Yazoo's hand the leash, locking his arm over the chest, pushed himself further, full way down inside, pinning him under his body.

"Fuck..."

He shuddered, feeling the warmth, the tightening pulsation, and above all, Yazoo's horny face, grunting, not that sexy small moans but a genuine howling, veering his head, and biting his lower lip. Reno pounded him hard, and wouldn't stop even if Yazoo would try to push him out, but he doubted it would happen by the way he was enjoying the hard treatment.

"I knew you wanted this, princess!"

The tingles increased, and Yazoo voluntarily released the leash in his hand. The game changed, he would indulge in the redhead's domain, to his incredible kisses, and let his orgasm blow his mind. However, just coming, was no longer a separate goal for the two men, like in the past. Yazoo stopped counting their encounters, but he believed that since a few months ago, they had stopped exchanging a few words, having sex, and then, following each one to his place. Fast and cold, not anymore. Now, the conversations were later, lying on the bed, lazily taunting each other about the growing progress of their friendship or just talking about the day. Was that some kind of love? If the orgasm wasn't kicking in his mind more than his curiosity about what he and Reno were becoming, Yazoo would think about it.

"Deep and fast, give me like that, oh fuck, this feels so good!"

Reno was a slow lover, liked to use his time to tease, and let Yazoo in a state of frenzy. Until now, he felt in that way only with him, not with Valentine, who, despite being extremely hot and the sex was also amazing, was not like that. It wasn't like that crazy need to share a rare moment, to sense his skin and body temperature, deep to the point of knowing when Reno was cumming. He rarely used this gift with people, but he did it with Reno, and the sensations were always good, exciting, and somehow cheerful, despite his pretentious badass appearance. He only sensed Vincent once, and never had wondered about it before. Why sensing Reno was something he liked so much and even craved for it?

"Yes! Like that!"

Then, Reno stopped, "Beg for my cock, princess."

Yazoo would never do it, and Reno grinned, seeing his eyebrows furrowed at him, clenching his teeth in anger, almost incredulous at the Turk's boldness. But again, Yazoo surprised him, swirling his ass, lacing his legs around Reno's sweaty hips, trying to make him move, and have his goal achieved.

"Oh, what a needy princess do I have here.."

Except that Reno grabbed his thigh, immobilizing his attempts, just to tease him because where would be the fun if weren't provoking his freaking hot lover?

"Beg."

Yazoo opened his mouth as if he would indulge in Reno's order, and the redhead gasped in anticipation, hips slowly beginning to twist.

"Oh, Reno...Fucking move, bitch!"

Reno narrowed his eyes at him, tilting his head, and didn't think twice, slapping Yazoo's butts several times. Yazoo gasped, bouncing over the mattress, red face matching his butt, and stared at Reno. He raised his hand once more, yeah, his bitch enjoyed controlled pain and he was pleased to give him, a corner smile hanging on his lips, mad to hear what he needed. He felt Yazoo's little spasms, delightfully clenching his cock, and mentally prayed to keep his promise, hand in the air.

"Say it!"

Yazoo whimpered, squeezing his eyes, feral mouth opened, and teeth at sight, badly wanting to cum. He opened shining green eyes at him, so green that Reno gasped, prompt to forget his demands, and just do as Yazoo ordered, move fast.

"Fuck me, Turk."

It was worthy to wait, as he started to move fast, Yazoo turned into a wanton whore. He arched his long neck, grunting while frantically wankered off, a wild, desperate real expression that turned him one of the most alluring lovers Reno had ever seen cumming. One of his pleasures was watching Yazoo's grimaces and tremblings. He was always so aloof but not while having sex. Especially because he was the one, the former enemy, the hated Turk, putting him into that bliss.

That night was something that he would cherish until his old days. One to put on his fucking diary as Yazoo used to mock him. He was so close and even so, didn't want to stop that amazing moment between them. Yazoo gasped, crisscrossed his arms around Reno's neck, to not slip away, and fall out from the bed. The bed squeaked so much that he feared not having a wall after they finished. Reno was in a frenzy, clutching hard onto Yazoo's body until his climax washed away the pressure of the week, the months, and who knows, the years trying to find someone to fuck like that. He fell over Yazoo, breathless, empty, satiated, and the weirdest of all, feeling like snuggling on his arms and staying like that.

"Get off, I'm hot."

But his partner, equally breathless, pushed him out of his body and lowered his trembling legs. They stared at each other, laid side by side on the mattress, Reno closed his eyes, feeling Yazoo's fingertips touching his damp hair, and then his forehead. A caress, it was the first time he had done it.

"That was intense..."

"Did you hate me at some point? I know, I wasn't exactly smooth at you."

Yazoo furrowed his eyebrows looking at Reno. He sighed, veering his head at Reno, his usual blank expression back to his pretty face.

"Wasn't it obvious for you?"

Reno opened his eyes, leaning on his elbow to stare at him, "Are you serious? I mean hate to the point of killing. Did you hate me like this?"

Yazoo raised one silvery eyebrow.

"Why so surprised? I can't say it was not a possibility after we were out of Shinra's labs. You still fought me, I tried to ignore you, but you are right, you never made it easy."

Yazoo veered his body, looking at the ceiling, chuckling with his hand on his belly, and Reno frowned with a puzzled face.

"You're lucky at that parking lot. If it were not for my curiosity about kissing and such...", Yazoo giggled louder this time.

"Are you laughing at me? "

With a guffaw, Yazoo exclaimed, "I'm laughing at us, moron!"

Reno lifted his body, jumping over Yazoo's lap, grabbing his arms, and pulling them above his head.

"Why? Are you trying to say that if we hadn't fucked I'd be dead by now?"

Yazoo sighed, rolling his eyes as if he was talking to a kid.

"It didn't matter we'd fought in the past, you'll be forever my first experience, and I don't hate you, Reno. At least, not anymore though you still an idiot, with a weird habit of asking if I'm going to kill you, precisely after sex."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do. Are you afraid that after cumming gallons, I'd kill you as a spider queen would do?"

Yazoo asked with a threatening smile, showing his white pearly tooth to Reno, who narrowed his eyes at him, backing off of his sicko face.

"I'm not afraid of you, but this look is really scary I have to say."

Then, Reno downed his body, getting very close to Yazoo's face, brushing his lips over his chin. "I can't say how flattered I'm for being the first."

Yazoo smirked, watching his maneuver to end the topic about his apprehension with their situation. That was not the first or the second time he raised those questions, and Yazoo wondered why Reno had never asked about other lovers, but if somehow he would kill him in a stoned parallel universe of his mind.

"You are not flattered, you lured me here since that first kiss."

Reno slid down, and scraped his teeth over Yazoo's nipple, licking a path for the other one, "Ahn, and I was barely naive and fell on your Turk's trap."

Reno lifted his head from Yazoo's chest with a mischievous smirk on his face, "Say it wasn't the best thing that happened to us?"

Yazoo had his eyes narrowed at him, upturning the corner of his lips, "We'll see."

He tried to pull out his arms from Reno's grip, but the redhead just clenched it more, fully sitting on his groin, and starred at him.

"Ain't you saw it yet?"

"I'm analyzing it, but I don't want to end it, Reno."

Listening to that was what he needed to soothe, at least, part of the thousands of wonderings running on his mind. He would never say it to Yazoo, but yes, at every fucking amazing time they spent together, he feared something equally bad would happen to them in a way or another. Maybe because he was so used to good things ending fast, and there was so much more he wanted to know about him and tell about himself.

"Me neither," Reno answered, releasing Yazoo's arms to hold his face in a passionate kiss.

Breathless with the kiss, Yazoo looked at him, green eyes shining and the pupils opening like a cat's ones, "Are you staying?"

Reno kissed his lips, "Yeah."

"Good, now get off, I'm still hot."

Yazoo pushed him off again, and Reno fell on the mattress by his side, smirking, "Do you want me to grab water for you?"

"Oh, yes, ice tea, and maybe some slice of that pie with the cream. Thanks, you're a dear."

Reno chuckled, sitting on the bed, and wrapping a towel around his waist, "You are a bossy princess, hun."

"Because of you, I can't walk properly right now, and when I finally can, I'll take a shower."

Reno tilted his head smirking, and stood up from the bed while Yazoo combed his hair with his fingers.

"Dishes in the cabinet above the sink, spoon in the table's drawer, and the ice tea on the fridge."

He said it fluffing the pillows behind him, leaning on the headboard. Then, he veered his head at Reno with an expression of what are you still doing here. Reno chuckled and shook his head, and went to attend the wishes of his demanding princess.

~~Hours Later~~

Loz came home it was almost dawn, the first thing he noticed was the lights still on, and another motorbike parked beside Yazoo's one. His brother wasn't alone, and frowning, silently parked the truck, curious to find out who was sleeping on his house. No voices were coming out either.

Careful with the crackling door, Loz stepped inside the living room and scanned the place. Two glasses above the table, dishes in the sink, leftovers from a pizza, and the pillows couch on the floor. He turned off the light and crossed the small corridor to his room, stopping before step above Yazoo's old leather coat. Loz gasped, even more curious, wondering how in the hell Yazoo still have that piece if the clothes were destroyed after they rescued them. He crouched on the floor to be surprised with a branding new coat, exactly like the older.

Was he missing his old life? It had a while that he and Yazoo didn't spend quality time together, and he felt it was his fault. He stayed more time at Seventh Heaven than at home. Loz frowned, worried about his brother, hoping that he was fine. Yazoo's door was half-opened, and he couldn't hold to peek through the narrow slit, his brother had his back to the door, dressed on his pajamas, and with no one in the room, so to who belonged that motorbike outside?

As soon the question crossed his mind, fast as a ray came the answer, Reno opened the bathroom door behind him, wet hair, wearing nothing more than Yazoo's towel wrapped around his waist. Loz gasped and Reno's chin dropped, it took some seconds until they could speak again.

"Hey, Loz."

"Hey, Reno."

They stared at each other, an uncomfortable silence that prevented both men to move away from their spot. Reno wanted to pass, but Loz blocked the entrance of Yazoo's room, much more because he didn't know what to do than avoid his entrance there.

"So… I should go there."

Reno said pointing at Yazoo's room and Loz rolled his eyes, placing hands on his hip.

"Ok, but just know that I'm watching any weird move from you."

Loz stepped closer, and Reno frowned, without space to step back unless he entered the bathroom. He let himself carried away for the need of closeness and was careless, and also, he had no right to be rude in their house, even with Loz's threatening eyes at him. Why in the hell did he stay for the night? Oh, Yazoo's pretty face and his stupid romantic side wanting to please him.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't hurt him, Reno, or I'll do it with you."

Reno sustained his glare at him and read that behind the menace, it also had a sincere concern about his brother's well being.

"I have no intention of doing that, Loz."

"Good for you."

Loz nodded, handed him the coat with a frown, and followed to his room. He was also tired, and eventually, they would have to talk not only about Reno. Since their return, almost three years ago, life changed at large steps. Another big change would come to shake his ordinary path to mankind, and Loz was afraid as he never had been on his life.

The next morning the breakfast was as weird as uncomfortable. Loz was cleaning the dishes when he saw a plastic pot with flower motifs on it, "What is this?"

He pointed at the cake and asked Yazoo, sat in the table sipping on his coffee with wet hair, rosy cheeks, and an extremely annoying flirting look at Reno's face in front of him.

"Apple pie. Reno's mom sent me. It's delicious, you should try."

Loz gasped, frowning his silvery eyebrows with an incredulous face at Yazoo, "Do you know his family?", and pointed at Reno.

Yazoo nodded. "Yeah."

Loz snorted, shaking his head, "That's all I need," and sat in the table, narrowed eyes at Reno.

But, Reno was bold and didn't like the way Loz judgmental's glares at him, as if he was the bad boy that would hurt his innocent little brother.

"Loz, quit the glares at me, please, I know I'm hot, but I'm dating your brother."

"Oh, please shut up."

"How rude with a guest, hun?"

"The fact that you're here doesn't mean that you're my guest, Reno. Pull out your cigarette or would you like me to do it?"

"Uh, don't tempt me Loz, your brother already laced me."

Loz pointed him the middle finger. Reno did the same. Yazoo stared at both men, and rolling his eyes, finished his coffee, let his plate untouched, and stood up from the table. He didn't expect Loz to show up last night, and as he was never at home nowadays, playing the protective big brother's role was out of the question. Things changed a lot in those few months as if Loz hadn't noticed, yet.

"I'll let you two here, bickering at each other because I have more to do than listening to this."

"Finish your eggs, brother, you should eat and not let anyone disturb your feeding."

"And you should stop this."

Reno pulled out his cigarette, looking at Loz's offended expression at Yazoo. He could never expect to witness the real life of the brothers, and how attached they continued to be. He gladly watched the scene as if he was on a reality show. "The Jenova's Kids."

"What? Hey, this is not fair, I'm worried about you, he's a Turk, tried to kill us in the past, and see us until today with suspicion. You're bringing Shinra home."

"You also tried to kill Tifa in the past, yo. As all the rest of mankind."

Reno replied taking the fork on Yazoo's plate and tasting the scrambled egg. Indeed, it was good. He looked at Yazoo with a supportive smile, but Yazoo shook his head, rolling his eyes again with a gasp.

"Reno, we are not dating but just fucking sometimes, and, Loz, stop acting like Reno is expecting from you, like a bully brother. Yes, eventually this happens and so what? So, nothing because it's not your business. It's not as if you lived here anyway."

Said that Yazoo turned his back following to the door, and climbed down the porch to his motorbike, annoyed by both men's childishness.

Reno stood up, followed Yazoo to the door, and before getting out of the house, he turned to Loz.

"The eggs were fantastic. I'd have eaten them if you'd offered me a plate, yo."

When the big mass of muscles, crossed his hand over his face, visibly tense, stood up from the table, and fast went towards him, Reno admitted he dry swallowed. But Loz crossed the door as if Reno was invisible, and shouted in the porch to Yazoo.

"I'll be a father in six months and twenty fours days!"

Yazoo stopped his march to his bike and slowly turned to him. He stared at his brother's already teary face. Surprised, his eyes widened.

"Are you sure?"

Loz climbed down the stairs, walking to his brother, and hugged Yazoo, crying. They were surprised because Shinra's doctors and scientists believed they couldn't breed. For Yazoo, it didn't matter, but for Loz, it didn't come in this way at the time.

"Yeah, they were wrong or lied to us, and brother, I've sensed it first before Tifa confirmed the pregnancy. The offspring is mine."

"I'm happy for you Loz, and don't call the baby offspring, it's weird."

Yazoo shook his head, giggling, "This is so good, send my best wishes to Tifa. Oh Loz, I already love him or her."

"He, and oh no, you have to see her, she's so anxious about your reaction, please come after work. You have to sense him. This is a huge thing brother, I'm sorry for my behavior inside, but if he's ok for you, then it's ok for me either. I-I just want you to feel the same happiness that I'm having."

"Don't worry, I'm sure I won't have all of this with him, but thanks, Loz. I have to go, you better do a big burger and a double chocolate strawberry to make up for this stressing breakfast. A baby boy, wow, could you sensed him?"

"Yup!" Loz nodded with a big smile.

"I hope I can do it either."

Leaned in the porch, Reno watched the fraternal portrait of an increasing family. Yazoo hugged his brother, mounted on his bike, and just bowed his head at him when he circled with the motorbike. Reno nodded at him with a smile, climbed down the porch's stairs to follow to his bike, and passed by Loz.

"Congrats, yo."

~~Turk's Office~~

Elena looked at the watch on the wall, and then at Rude, "Reno's late again. Do you believe his family knows the truth about Yazoo? Because I don't."

Rude veered his eyes at her, still not getting why Elena's recent obsession with Reno. They fucked once, she knew he preferred men than girls, and also her true feelings were for Tseng. But as soon as she found out that Reno and Yazoo were hanging out together, she became obsessed. Not because Reno didn't want her, Yazoo was her target.

"Why do you care?"

"I don't."

That was even worse when she tried to disguise and failed. Rude snorted.

"Grace Kelly on To Catch a Thief."

"What?"

"You'd know if you'd watched it."

Elena veered her head at Rude with a sigh.

"I did, and for your information, he's a man, a sociopath, and has nothing of Grace Kelly's charm."

"It doesn't matter. Unhumanly allured, cold, distant, a fucked heir from a damned alien and a crazy soldier, defeated, but still crawling his return to the top, revenging in other ways against rot society. Grace Kelly was the cat, a thief, and Yazoo…Well, we don't know it yet, shall wait to see."

"Shit, are you drunk with coffee? Dear God, Rude."

Rude chuckled, "Ahn, you lack imagination, Elena, he's stealing your thoughts."

"In one thing Reno is right, you spent too many hours watching earth's shitty movies."

Elena slammed her hand over the table, clearly irritated. "Damn it, the computer is slow today, see, it stopped again."

"What have got you this morning, cramps?"

"Fuck off, Rude, I'm rational, and I think like a Turk all the time. He's not making bombs, though."

From behind his sunglasses, Rude frowned at her, "Bombs? How do you know this?"

"Do you think those walls have no ears? Silly, Tseng asked me and Reno himself to check on this subject."

Elena veered her head at Rude, mocking of his puzzled face, "Awn, he didn't tell you? Are you sad because no one here is a romantic type like you?"

Rude frowned at her with a glare and turned to his screen, he wouldn't give the taste to Elena mocker him even more, but finish his report, and leave to the field, as soon as Reno decided to arrive.

"Morning everyone. So, what's up?"

Reno entered the office, sat on his table, and looked at the tasks of the day. Before the planet crashed twice, they managed to save technology, but still, it was much less inferior to before. After some boring minutes, Elena rolled her chair until his desk, her eyes stopping at his red bruised neck. She raised one eyebrow.

"Rude compared Yazoo to Grace Kelly."

Reno narrowed his eyes at the woman, with the sudden proximity and as well the sentence touching Yazoo's name. Her eyes wandered around him, fixing exactly on his neck, annoyed, Reno closed the first buttons of his shirt. How in the hell, he let his private life being in the spot of that snake and his boss. Yazoo was right, sometimes he was an idiot.

"What is this?"

Of course that Reno knew who was Grace Kelly. Because of that movie, he called Yazoo a princess, but he had no intention to keep a dialogue with Elena or open something so private like that with anyone of his work. Not even Rude.

"You won't get it if you haven't seen the movie."

Rude replied not averting his eyes from his report. Elena was toxic today, better not even look her in the eyes.

"Nobody has news? Well, I have and gonna tell the chief."

Both Rude and Elena veered their heads at him with puzzled eyes. Reno stood up from the table, grabbed the paper over the print, and whispered at then, it would have no point at hiding the information.

"Jenova would be a grandma."

Rude and Elena's chin dropped listening to Reno. Elena because she felt stuck on her vanity at being better than both of them, wishing to be her to give Tseng this new, but she also felt confident to prove her theory that they would spread those aliens' genes in the world. Maybe, they would castrate them.

Rude because he had never imagined that Reno's friendship with Yazoo was a mission though it seemed now, "Be fast we have to go far today."

Later in the field, both men went to track down a stolen load.

"How did you know Miss Tifa is pregnant and Loz is the father?"

"I spent the night at Yazoo's place and I listened from Loz's mouth."

Rude adjusted his glasses, veering his head to look through the window's landscape, which was none, only the boring wasteland ahead. Reno glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, and he knew his partner had something going on his mind but didn't want to share.

"So?"

"Nothing, but I bet Loz wouldn't like to receive a visit from Tseng. Won't this complicate your mission with Yazoo?"

"Rude, the chief never would do this, and Yazoo is not a mission. It was just a happy coincidence putting me in the right place at the right time."

"Like my theory with Cid's garage that you told to Elena?"

"So, what? In the end, it was just a stupid theory, but we had to check."

"We? Reno you're brainless, first, you told Yazoo what a Turk, I, was thinking about him, compromised your mission, and also put me as paranoid under the chief and Elena's view."

"And the president believes the Turks are awesome, soothed his fear of completion, and again, Yazoo is not a mission. Stop saying this shit."

"So, why are you reporting information about your boyfriend and his family?"

"First, we are not dating, second, so what? This won't harm him, Rude, and there's no way Yazoo could know this. Plus, the chick is knocked up, soon her belly would get swollen."

"But you're fucking him."

"Yeah and no, stop talking about him like that, Rude."

Reno felt a pinch of jealousy when he confirmed to Rude they weren't a couple. It should be better in this way though he didn't feel like that and Rude's pushing this subject was putting him in a bad mood.

"That's a confusing line under the steps you're trying to follow."

"What shit is that, another Game of Thrones bullshit? Give me a break, Rude."

"I'm only saying that you don't have a fucking idea of how Yazoo would react if he knows that you checked on his job, his routine, and now you are spreading the news about his family."

Reno slowed down the car, opened the window and lit a cigarette, "So?"

Giggling, Rude turned to him, "This is a mission, Reno. Be aware because you'd be charged for that by both sides, and not even a boyfriend you can call yourself."

"This is not a mission, and stop fucking pestering me with a lame moral code that you don't have, either."

Rude tilted his head, doubting of Reno's confidence with Yazoo. He was twice tense than he usually would be in a chatting, "I'm not the one fucking Sephiroth's clone."

"He's not a fucking clone. Got that?"

Reno's voice was sharp, and Rude raised one eyebrow at him with a chuckle, "This is not a confrontation, you don't need to be defensive with me, but better plan something good to explain to your...hun, a friend with benefits?"

Reno tilted his head at him, "This is not a subject concerned to you, and I'm not confronting."

"Right. My apologies, but don't you say that I didn't warn you later."

They drove back to Shinra, the rescued load shaking in the back of the van, and waited for Tseng's orders outside in the parking lot. They traveled in silence until Shinra's parking lot. It would a service night, and picking up the phone Reno called Yazoo, stepping aside to talk privately.

"Hey, princess what about breakfast tomorrow?"

Rude followed him with his eyes and shook his bald head. Maybe, Elena was right, there were no feelings in such business.