AN- This is a little long as I decided to mold what was originally chapter 6 and 7 together cuz it just seemed to flow better that way.Hope no one minds. ;)
Reno was jazzed. Ever since he had kissed Yazoo he had been looking for reasons to be near him. He hadn't been all that surprised when he had left so abruptly that night, he had a lot to think about and sort out after all but Reno wanted to make damn sure that when he was done sorting things out that the first thing he saw he was him.
In all honesty he hadn't thought that Yazoo would accept the invitation to come with Rude and himself. That wasn't to say that he wasn't thrilled that he had. The guy just has an aura about him that makes you think he's inaccessible. Reno was glad to know it wasn't completely true.
Rude had been giving him those knowing looks ever since and Reno had just decided to ignore him. He had spent a little time in front of the mirror and then watched the clock until five minutes before nine when he had insisted that he and Rude should go out back by the car where they said they would meet.
Rude had not said anything, just smirked and grabbed his coat. Reno leaned against the car and lit a cigarette.
"You have a place in mind where we can go with him?" Rude was looking up at the stars as he asked the question.
Reno exhaled "Don't I always?" Rude just grunted in response.
The sound of a door closing alerted them to Yazoo's presence and Reno's eyes widened when he saw him. Yazoo had exchanged the leather outfit for black jeans, not too tight but not really loose either. He had a black long sleeved shirt on, the gloves were absent and his hair was tied back. The over all affect was a lot less intimidating and very appealing.
Rude nudged Reno before the clone got close enough to see him staring with his jaw hanging open. Reno quickly pulled himself together.
"Hey" Yazoo greeted them. Reno got a clearer look at him and came closer.
"What happened?" Yazoo's bottom lip was split a little off center to the right. It wasn't really swollen or bruised but it looked like it hurt.
Yazoo raised a hand to it and kind of winced. "Nothing. Loz and I just had a disagreement."
Reno frowned. "So the fucker takes it out on you?" There was a lot more that he wanted to say about it but he didn't want to barge into Yazoo's business. He knew that he would not appreciate it.
Yazoo just shrugged. " I kind of deserved it. So where are we headed?"
Yazoo asked looking between both Reno and Rude. Rude jerked a thumb at Reno. "He says he knows a place."
"Ah, so be ready for anything I take it?" His voice was teasing and his manner easy but Reno could tell that there was something wrong. He had the feeling if he were to press the silver haired youth he would simply be shut out and shut out hard. Reno summoned his trademark cocky grin and caught the keys that Rude threw to him.
"Get in and find out" he said and slid into the drivers seat. Rude pointedly got in the back seat mumbling something about programming his PHS. Yazoo had a blank expression on his face as he climbed into the front passenger seat. Reno started the engine and whipped the car out of the lot and down the winding road.
Yazoo had ignored Loz since their argument and hadn't replied when he had asked where he was going. He had forgiven his brother for his unkind words and he knew Loz would forgive him his. Its not as if they had never fought before, but his feelings were too raw and aching to face his brother again so soon.
He had debated whether he should keep his plans with Reno and Rude or simply tell them he had changed his mind and hide in his room. But he wasn't one to sulk, that had been Kadaj's thing and he wanted something to take his mind off of his thoughts.
Now he wondered whether he had not exchanged one complication for another. He hadn't missed the fact that Rude had made a painfully obvious excuse to put him closer to Reno. Yazoo wondered if Reno had told his partner about their little stint in the hallway. Yet the more he thought about it he didn't think that was the case. Rude hadn't given any hint that he had known anything for the entire day. Judging from the glances that Reno kept sneaking in his direction and the expression that had been on his face when he had come to meet them, his eyes were sharp in the dark, it was easy to see that Reno was more than a little happy that Yazoo had come.
It was amusing to Yazoo how the redhead reacted around him. Not to say that he didn't find him attractive, he was smart and cunning despite his reckless demeanor and though he was not as strongly built or physically intimidating as Rude or Loz he was a good fighter and used his deceptive appearance to his benefit. Yazoo smiled to himself, he wondered how many people had thought about him the same way.
The road they were taking did not lead directly into Midgar. Reno was taking them somewhere on the outskirts. He didn't really care where they went as long as it would provide distraction from thinking about Mother and Kadaj. He had long ago come to the conclusion that Jenova was just using them. But even her twisted brand of love had seemed better than staying in the labs or trying to live out a normal life with her incessant voice in their heads and their strange cravings to go. They were constantly being drawn to different places, following a call that had ultimately lead them to the Northern Crater. Her voice had always sung to him softly, deceivingly comforting and reassuring but it was positively triumphant when they had found her there. Even when the Turks had taken her, she had not come down on them but continued her song of victory, knowing her three boys would follow and take her back. Knowing that each of them would sacrifice themselves to bring her to power.
Yazoo shook himself from his dark thoughts. The car had come to a stop outside what looked like an old warehouse. It was deserted outside save for one lone figure standing underneath the only light. Dressed in a black business suit and tie, dark hair falling and obscuring his eyes he didn't move as they each got out of the car.
Yazoo shot a glance at Rude who just shrugged. He didn't know where they were either. A stab of apprehension went through him and he wondered if this couldn't be some sort of trap. Reno swaggered up to the man and tossed him the keys to the car.
"Park it in the back will ya?" he drawled. The man caught the keys and lifted his head. He studied Reno for a moment then reached to the side and slid open a metal door. Reno beckoned them inside. Yazoo hesitated, Rude moved past him, following his partner. He looked over his shoulder to see if Yazoo would follow. What the hell. If it's a trap you're already in the middle of nowhere….
They walked into a dark hallway. Reno was looking back at him with an amused expression on his face, he stood in front of a black door with his hand on the doorknob.
"If this gets to be too much just stick by me" he said to Yazoo who just gave him a sarcastic oh please kind of look. He opened the door and the hallway was flooded with flashing lights and pounding bass. Reno smiled and led the way, Yazoo stepped in after the two Turks. It was almost blinding.
Strobe lights seemed to obscure time and revolving lights of different colors ran over the walls and the floor covered with figures of people dancing to the driving rhythm. Yazoo blinked and tried to get a sense of where he was and where he wanted to go. It was chaos and beauty wrapped together and tossed all over the place in a kind of mad frenzy. Reno was at his side and put a hand on his arm to guide him up a set of stairs to a loft that was a little less frantic and loud. They settled into a luxurious booth that was obviously a kind of VIP spot.
Reno was leaning back into the black velvet fabric his arms draped over the back. Even Rude seemed kind of relaxed even though Yazoo doubted this was his kind of place.
"What do you think?"
Yazoo turned at the question. Reno wasn't looking at him but it was obvious the question was addressed to him.
"I'm not sure yet' he replied. Reno had had the upper hand in this little venture long enough.
Reno raised an eyebrow. Rude was talking to a waitress ordering drinks for them. "what do you mean by that?" Reno asked over the music.
"The only real way to judge a club is by its dance floor" It seemed that Reno would respond but someone else beat him to it.
"I would be delighted to introduce you to it" a distinctly feminine voice said from his side. A woman with long black hair, a short skirt and a shirt that was almost useless in the way of modesty was looking at him with an open and hopeful smile. Yazoo made to stand and accept her invitation but a hand clamped down on his shoulder.
"Trust me honey, you couldn't handle this one." Reno's voice was right next to his ear and he was so close Yazoo could feel the stray strands of red hair brushing against his face. The woman shrugged and walked off.
Yazoo turned his head to look at Reno who winked. He didn't say anything, his eyes had a glint of challenge and the hint of a smile. Yet another thing he liked about Reno. He went for what he wanted, and he had just made it very obvious that Yazoo was on the top of his list at the moment.
The waitress had come with their drinks. Shots all around of something that burned pleasantly in his throat. After downing the first one he realized the waitress was still unloading them from the tray. Five shots a piece and a beer to chase it with. "let me know when you want more Reno" she said casually and walked off to her next table.
Yazoo raised an eyebrow at that. He didn't entertain any masculine fantasies in regards to alcohol, he was a lightweight and he knew it. How much did these guys drink? Rude saw the look and grinned. "Don't worry about keeping up with Reno. Its impossible. If you don't want to finish what you have, he will."
Reno didn't comment, he threw back his third shot and gave Yazoo a wolfish grin. "Dance with me?"
Yazoo nodded and stood. He followed Reno back down the stairs. Upon their leaving Rude took the opportunity to engage in a conversation with a leggy blonde.
Not many people knew it, but Yazoo loved music. The feel of the vibrations coming from the obscenely loud speakers was delicious. He closed his eyes and just let it run through him, many people had told him he was an excellent dancer. It had been one of the ways he would lure poor wretches into the traps he and his brothers set up to get cash, but he himself didn't really know what they had meant by it. He just knew it was almost like what he felt when fighting hand to hand. There was a grace and flow that seemed to release the caged energy in his muscles and make it into something beautiful.
He felt Reno bring his arms around his waist bringing himself close enough for Yazoo to feel his heat. Yazoo opened his eyes. They were in the middle of a crowd, everyone moving to the same beat. A few appreciative glances were thrown their way but Yazoo ignored everything save for how he and Reno moved together.
It felt good somehow, different from the few times he and Kadaj had done this. He and his brothers were almost always in sync with each other but it was something that was done without thinking, they took it for granted and it was just a part of who they were. This was different. He and Reno complimented each other in their movements and gestures, where he and his brothers had just paralleled, they expanded on it.
Yazoo was pulled out of his musings by the changing beat, something slower and softer. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just the turmoil of emotions he had been through earlier in the day, but he wanted Reno closer. He had been hurt and his first instinct was to lash out at what hurt him. His feelings towards Kadaj.
Kadaj had been killed, leaving Yazoo behind. Yazoo wanted to bury it, send it somewhere deep where it couldn't climb out and remind him of his failure, his reluctance. He wanted to blaze the memory of his touch from his skin and the scent of him from his mind.
Yazoo turned to face Reno and brought his hands up around his neck and leaned into him. Reno pulled him even closer and moved his hips against him gently. Yazoo watched him from behind a few stray silver strand that had come loose.
Reno was enraptured by the way he moved. He was like a cat and had the same feral air about him. When he had turned to be closer to him Reno had almost lost his breath at the look Yazoo had given him. But there was something else there. He had seen it earlier…
It was like a kind of defiant sadness lurking just behind the jade green of his eyes. Reno wondered what exactly had happened between Yazoo and Loz earlier. He stole a glance at the cut on Yazoo's lip and noticed the faint bruising around it, he wouldn't be able to see it unless they were this close but it was a mark that you got from being hit and hit hard.
Yazoo suddenly wrapped his arms tighter around his neck and flicked his tongue along the pale skin on Reno's neck. Reno let one hand tangle in silver as he tilted his head to give the clone better access.
It seemed that he had a talent for finding sensitive spots in Reno's flesh because it wasn't soon before Reno pulled Yazoo head back and kissed him hard. Someone gave a loud wolf whistle at the sight and Reno saw Yazoo tense at the attention it brought to them. Reno took his arm and led him through the mass of people back to their table. Rude was nowhere in sight accept for his sunglasses on the table. It told Reno everything he needed to know.
As soon as they sat down Reno pulled Yazoo close with an insistent kiss that refused to give up until their tongues were tangled together. The clone gave a small moan in his throat and moved to straddle Reno's lap, his knees pressed into the velvet seat of the booth.
Kisses lead to roaming hands, roaming hands led to pants becoming painfully tight. They both paused for a second with the same question. How far does this go?
"My place?" Reno suggested breathlessly. Yazoo reached backwards to the table and grabbed the last shot. He downed it quickly then nodded. His hair was loose again, Reno having removed the tie, his lips were kiss swollen with just a faint trace of blood along the cut. Damn he was beautiful.
Yazoo slipped away from him and stood, Reno followed suit grabbing Rude's sunglasses off the table. When they were outside and heading to where the bouncer said the car was he turned to Reno with an expression that could be considered something like vague worry.
"What about Rude?" Aww cute, he wouldn't leave Rude stranded.
Reno twirled his partners sunglasses between his fingers. "See these? Whenever he leaves these behind it means he is preoccupied and to carry on without him. He'll make it home on his own."
The drive back to Healin Lodge was a blur. Yazoo had this way of making the smallest touch feel like so much more. His hands played across Reno's skin, over the fabric of his shirt, into the loose strands of his hair and down around his thigh.
When Yazoo leaned over to tickle his ear with his tongue he couldn't help the low moan that escaped his lips and the road seemed to fade from his vision for a moment. It was sweet torture and at the risk of a car crash Reno pushed the car to its limits.
When they finally reached their destination Reno found it impossible to keep his hands to himself. The feel of Yazoo's smooth skin and the interplay of muscles underneath the shirt he wore was wearing down on Reno's resolve to at least wait till they were behind closed doors to rip the cloth away.
Somehow they made it to the back door. Yazoo turned his back to him to unlock it and Reno pressed himself against him running his hands along his inner thighs. Yazoo leaned his head back to rest on Reno's shoulder, his eyes were half closed and he had this little impish smile. Eventually the door was unlocked and they attempted to make their way to Reno and Rude's apartment while still being lip locked. It was an interesting experience to say the least.
They had just turned the corner to their hallway when a low, angry voice interrupted them and made Yazoo freeze.
"What the hell are you doing?" Loz was in the hallway staring at them with a furious expression.
Yazoo turned to face his brother. "We are busy, do you mind?" His voice was cold and dismissive, it only made Loz angrier.
"Yes, I do. Yazoo get in here, now!" Loz ordered and pushed the door to their rooms open in a clear display of where 'here' was.
Reno was temporarily at a loss. He and Yazoo had dropped their hands from each other but were still standing close. Yazoo had a hand over his eyes in a weary gesture. "Loz, I don't take orders from you. How I chose to spend my time is my business."
Loz made a sound that seemed to be half laugh and half choke. "I never figured you for a slut Yazoo-"
"Hey! I don't give a damn if you're brothers or not don't fucking talk to him like that." Reno stepped between the two to look Loz in the face. It was obvious that there were some deeper running issues here than he knew about but at the moment it didn't matter. The memory of the faint bruise and split lip Yazoo was sporting fueled his anger.
"You don't have anything to do with this." Loz said curtly and moved around him to grab Yazoo's arm and pull him away. Reno was faster. Before Loz knew what had happened Reno had grabbed his arm and drawn his EMR.
"It does have something to do with me. Turks don't let disagreements amongst themselves get physical. I'm pretty willing to bet that the same applies to you two. Not to mention that personally, if you ever hit him in anger again I will break your arm." Loz was glaring at him as if he would try him on it here and now.
Reno felt a hand on his shoulder. Yazoo gently pulled them both apart. "Don't." he said softly.
His change in demeanor was enough to knock both of them from their bristling. He wasn't looking at either of them, his head was lowered, letting his hair veil his expression but there was an aura of sadness around him that was palpable.
"I'm sorry Reno, I'll see you later alright?" To his credit, Yazoo did look up at him when he said it, but there was a blank look in his eyes that bothered him. He turned to follow his brother into their apartment.
"No, that's not good enough. You've done this once already. I need some type of explanation." Reno thought that Yazoo would blow him off but he stopped and sighed.
Yazoo looked up at Loz who was scowling at Reno once again. "Its alright Loz, I'll be in in a minute" Loz gave Reno one last glare before disappearing inside. Yazoo turned back to him.
Reno pulled out his keys and opened his own door, holding it open for his reluctant companion. "Make yourself at home." The usual air of subtle confidence was gone and Yazoo seemed nervous while Reno threw his keys on the table and tossed off his jacket.
After a moment of awkward silence Yazoo followed him into the living room and sat down. Reno watched him from his own seat on the nearby couch. "I know that I'm shoving my way into your business here, but I'm pretty damn confused. And no offense but if were are going to be working together than I deserve to know at least a little about what's going on with you."
Yazoo looked at him with an almost startled expression. "Are all the Turks like this? Do you all know each other so well?"
Reno smirked. "Yeah, well, the positions our job puts us in makes it important to know what screws with some people and what doesn't. For example, it's not a great idea to put Rude in a position to hit a woman. He hates it and it shows. Its not a good idea to put me in a situation that goes without human contact for long periods of time. Do not put Elena in situations with kids. Do not put Tseng in situations where he has to hurt one of us himself. You, don't put Yazoo in situations where he will be flirted with or kissed in front of his brother. See what I mean?
Yazoo laughed a little at that. "Yes I see. Loz is just upset. It…It has to do with Kadaj."
Reno turned that over in his head for a minute. Loz had called Yazoo a slut…
"So you and Kadaj were involved?" Yazoo looked like he wanted to sink into the carpet and disappear until he realized there was no judgment in Reno's tone. Yazoo nodded. Reno got up and grabbed two beers from the attached kitchen and tossed one to him.
"He's angry with me because I don't mourn his loss like he thinks I should…And I guess
he blames me." Yazoo took a sip of the beer and Reno raised an eyebrow in question.
"Kadaj and I fought the day before he died. We were supposed to be with him when he found Jenova, we would have held off Cloud…. Anyway, he went ahead without waiting for us because he thought that I didn't believe he could do it. He had something to prove…" Yazoo was staring at the coffee table in the middle of the room as if it would answer him.
Reno got up and came and sat on the floor next to Yazoo's chair and leaned a shoulder against his knee. It was an odd position but hey, he could offer comfort and Yazoo wouldn't have to worry so much about trying to look anywhere but at him. Besides both of them were pretty buzzed anyway so the bounds of normal don't really matter.
"It wasn't your fault. Kadaj… no offense but he wasn't all there…I kind of think the same thing would have happened if you would have been there anyway." Reno took a long drink of the beer.
Above him Yazoo sighed. It could be Reno's imagination but he could swear that he felt delicate fingers twining through his tail of hair. "I know that, logically, but I guess logic doesn't always dictate emotions. Certainly not Loz's. when he saw us he probably thought it was just another sign that it doesn't affect me."
Reno turned to face Yazoo. "Your brother needs to straighten things out in his own head. But if you need to get away from him every once in awhile.. You know where to find me. Listen though…I was serious when I told him not to hit you."
Yazoo seemed at a loss for words at first, then he gave Reno one of those gentle, kind of sad smiles. "Should I come running to you every time Loz and I fight then? You might get sick of me." There it was, that teasing tone Reno was getting really fond of.
"Hey, I have no objections to someone who looks like you running to me for any reason." Reno replied with a smirk and suggestive twitch of an eyebrow.
Yazoo just gave on of small "Hmphs" but he was smiling and that was what Reno had been aiming for. Before either of them could continue the door slammed open and there was a sound of something heavy falling against a wall and a muffled grunt. Reno stood to see Rude leaning against the wall struggling to get out of his jacket. He was obviously smashed out of his mind and was having issues.
Reno laughed and moved forward to help him. Rude just gave him a sheepish look. It took both Reno and Yazoo to get Rude out of his jacket and shoes and into his bed. Reno threw a blanket over his partner affectionately and they left him alone to sleep it off.
"That's definitely a first. Usually it's the other way around." Reno was running a hand through his hair with an amused look on his face.
"I had better get back. Let me know if you need a hangover remedy for him in the morning." Yazoo was going to walk out the door but the second he turned his back Reno wrapped his arms around him pulling the clones back to his chest.
"We will have to do this again" he whispered into silver hair. Yazoo nodded and leaned into Reno a little.
"Thank you" he said softly then was out the door before Reno could tempt him to stay.
Reno watched the door click shut and sighed. Strange how there had been a time when he would have happily killed the clone and now he just couldn't wait to see him again.
AN - Almost got ya going there didn't I? But sadly no, Loz is still the over protective older brother but like I promised, the smut is in Chapter 8, well now chapter 7 since what was chapter 7 is now chapter 6. Anyways. Thanks you so much for all the reviews! You guys are the greatest I swear.
