There was absolutely nothing like it. He still had trouble figuring it out sometimes. You would think, for someone who was on the quiet side that they wouldn't have this kind of vocal talent. But he would be damned if Yazoo didn't get him hard with just one small, breathless moan. It couldn't even really be labeled as a full on moan, more like something between a gasp and a sigh, Reno just knew that Yazoo made that sound when he bit his neck just beneath his ear. And it went straight below his belt.

Now, one the occasions, such as this one, where Reno had managed to wring downright cries and small whispers begging him for more, it took all of his will power to not come right then and there. Reno took a moment to regain some self control. Yazoo was spread beneath him, silver hair fanned across the bed and clinging to his skin where the sweat had caught it. His eyes went from dazed and unfocused with Reno's slow, rocking thrusts, to burning and almost desperate now that he had paused.

"please, Reno…"

Stifling a moan of his own at the words and their effect on him he gave up the gentle slow pace for something harder and faster. The sound of breath being caught in a throat and the mutual motion of hips told him he had full approval. Suddenly Yazoo went even tighter around him and made a sound that brought Reno right along with him. Damn but the boy was good.

Reno pulled a blanket over them and laid facing Yazoo who had his eyes closed and a peaceful look. "I will never get tired of this" he breathed as he reached for his cigarettes.

Yazoo gave one of his Hmphs. "Well that's good to know."

Reno smirked. "Don't get too sure of yourself or anything. I'll have you know that there are plenty of others who would love to be in your position right now."

Yazoo choked on a laugh. "Really?" Yazoo threw his arms over his head and stretched, arching his back off the bed and tossing his head back while making a long drawn out purr in his throat. All rippling feline like muscle and pure creamy white skin.

Reno licked his lips. "Fine you win."

Yazoo relaxed and grinned up at him before getting out of bed and heading toward the shower. Reno watched him go, enjoying the view. When the bathroom door closed he glanced at the alarm clock and sighed. Yazoo was taking the late shift with Rufus tonight and Reno still wasn't sure why it made him uneasy. Hell if anything happened he pitied any idiot who tried to assassinate Rufus with one of the brothers on duty. But still, he had this odd feeling..


He knew something was off the second he walked in to the room.

There wasn't a single thing out of place, Rufus sat behind his desk, bent over mounds of papers and his laptop. No one else was in the room. Still, something felt… off.

The President hadn't looked up as Rude had left and Yazoo had come. The clone walked to the panoramic windows in to the night sky. He knew it was modified glass, no one could see in from the outside, still he looked out over the area for anything unusual. When the outside landscape provided no answers he turned back to the room. The phone rang and he jumped. Thankful that he had been behind Rufus at the time he told himself he was being paranoid and took a seat near the desk.

Rufus's voice was like velvet as he tried to convince and persuade the person on the other end that the zoning restrictions would be fine and Shinra would build with the utmost care etc etc.

It didn't seem like the kind of thing that the President should be handling himself but than again there wasn't really anyone else. Yazoo knew that there were a few executives here and there that remained loyal to Shinra and all of them were working just like Rufus was, nonstop. All for the sake of a company that had nearly destroyed the world…

"Yazoo, how have you been?"

Startled at the rather late acknowledgement Yazoo blinked once before his brain caught up. "Fine, Sir. Anything I can do for you?"

Rufus gave one if his smiles that made Yazoo want to call him a liar. "If you wouldn't mind, a glass of scotch would be lovely. Do you drink?"

Yazoo rose to the mini bar and tossed his reply of not often over his shoulder. While pouring the drink he noticed Rufus watching him with an odd look in his eyes, something dark. He brought the glass back to Rufus, pretending to not have noticed.

Rufus took it, brushing his fingers against Yazoo's as he did. Yazoo turned away and to return to his chair. "The work you and your brother have accomplished since being here has been immensely helpful. And I have heard that you and Cloud have sorted things out between you three."

Yazoo nodded. The feeling of something being off had not gone away.

"Ahh so you have in fact found a place here? Since it is no longer the threat of being hunted that keeps you with Shinra?" Rufus was watching him intently, the glass of scotch nearly dangling from his fingers.

"Yes, I suppose so." Yazoo thought of Reno, of Rude and Loz sparing, even of Elena and her apology. They had found a place here.

"I am glad. Truly. I must admit I have been rather fascinated with you for sometime." Yazoo looked at Rufus with a questioning expression. What the hell had he meant by that? Rufus laughed at the look.

"Oh come now. Surely you must know you are rather… how shall I say… appealing." Rufus was not being complementary. There was a cold edge to his voice that told Yazoo where his uneasiness had been coming from.

" President, I-"

"Yes, I'm well aware of your relationship with Reno." Rufus waved any exclamations Yazoo had away. "But I'm sure you are aware that Reno belongs to Shinra, to me body and soul. What is his is mine." Rufus had risen from behind his desk to come and lean against it, very near Yazoo.

"I belong to no one." Green cat eyes blazed at the blondes insinuation that he could just call and he would come.

"On the contrary. You belong to those you love, do you not? Tell me Yazoo, what would you do to keep Reno from harm? He would do anything I told him, you realize, he owes his very life to Shinra." Rufus was the picture of aristocracy as his cold eyes studied the clone.

Yazoo's blood ran cold. "What are you saying?"

"I am saying that you belong to me, or Reno goes on a mission he may not come back from." Rufus took another sip of the scotch.

"He is one of your best… how could you?" Yazoo still wasn't sure all of this was sinking in correctly. Rufus wanted him, and if he refused Reno would pay the price. But he could tell Reno what Rufus had just threatened right? It would throw the Presidents whole game.

"It is indisputable that Reno does indeed do his job well. But in this new Shinra there will not be so much of a need for his expertise. I would lose nothing by his death. But no one leaves the Turks unless it is in a body bag. Any one who decides to 'quit' is hunted down by the remaining Turks."

Yazoo repressed a shudder, Reno, being hunted down by Tseng and Elena, by Rude…

"Therefore it would work best for all parties if you kept our little arrangement discrete."

Yazoo stood angrily. " We have no arrangement! I would rather-"

"Be responsible for the death of your lover?" Rufus was watching him with an almost smug expression.

"Reno may not be able to leave you, but I am." Yazoo hissed, so close to Rufus he could smell the alcohol. He turned to stalk away and find Loz.

"I wouldn't try that avenue either. You see the Turks are not the only assassins in my employ, it wouldn't be hard to explain how in your unforeseen return to insanity, you murdered Reno. And it would not be out of place for me to turn to AVALANCHE for assistance with finding you again and finishing what we started." Yazoo stopped in his tracks. The President had covered all the bases he could see. Slowly he turned around.

Rufus hadn't moved from his casual position against the desk. Yazoo turned to look out in to the endless night. It seemed like a kind of foreshadowing. Rufus set down the glass and came to stand near, he lifted a hand to run it through silver strands. Yazoo refrained from flinching but couldn't help the way he tensed at the touch. Rufus laughed again, he was close enough that his breath caressed Yazoo's ear as he spoke.

"This is the key to my quarters. You know where they are. I expect you inside, without the leather. I will be there shortly."

Yazoo looked down at the key pressed in to his hand. Rufus pulled away and Yazoo turned and went out the door as quickly as he could. He stopped in the hallway. He was shaking with helpless anger. What the hell could he do? Any thing he did lead to Reno being hurt. He could go along with Rufus, Reno wouldn't know, but he would. Yazoo wanted to scream but didn't want to alert anyone. What the hell could he do?

Reluctantly he headed to Rufus's quarters.


Loz and Elena had headed to Edge for what they called 'supplies' meaning anything that wasn't regularly delivered to Healin which was everything from Reno and Rude's alcohol and cigarettes to Yazoo and Elena's rather specific hair products. Whoever made the run for supplies alternated and technically it was Elena's turn but Loz had had nothing better to do and she had offered so now here they were browsing through shampoos and conditioners in an upscale salon.

"What texture of hair does Yazoo have? Dry, Oily, Mixed, Split ends? Anything? Come on Loz help me out." Elena was trying to decide what exactly the clone would need, he had specified a brand but not the specific formula, and there were more than twenty.

Loz was at a loss. "Umm, soft?"

Elena sighed. It was hopeless. "Wait, do you guys use the same shampoo?"

Loz shrugged. "Sure, I just use whatever is in the shower."

Elena snapped open a bottle and sniffed, then turned to Loz and got very, very close and sniffed again. With a look of concentration she put back the bottle she had and began moving down the aisle a little, mumbling something about citrus and tea trees.

Loz had no idea what was going on but followed her closely, trying to see how she knew what the hell she was doing. Elena snagged another bottle and sniffed again, with a satisfied smile she spun around to announce her victory and came nose to chest with Loz.

She looked up and Loz stepped back, a slight blush across his cheeks. "Sorry" he mumbled. Elena exhaled, blinked and then smiled. "Its alright. I found the right one."

Loz just shook his head and followed her to the register. He didn't get girls sometimes.

Elena tried to keep her mind on the task at hand. The saleswoman was hurriedly ringing things up and bagging them, trying her best to avoid eye contact with the Turk. Elena barely noticed. I never realized how tall he was, and how good he smells…

Snap out of it Elena! He's a co-worker! You know how it goes, though shalt not sleep with fellow Turks! But he's not a Turk…

Glancing over her shoulder she saw Loz bend to pick up the set of keys an elderly woman had dropped and hand them back to her. Besides it being cute it gave her a very nice view. No! Elena, you are not checking out Loz's ass! Taking her change from the cashier and picking up the bag she turned around to see Loz stretching his arms behind his head casually, letting the T-shirt he wore ride up just enough to give her a view of nicely cut hips. Damn it Elena snap out of it!

Loz offered to take the bag from her and she let him. For a second their hands touched and the small shock of it made her linger just a tiny bit.


The room was cold and white. You would thing he would get tired of the same damn color all the time Yazoo thought bitterly. The suite was huge and he immediately felt small and even more uncomfortable than he had been in the hallway. Remembering Rufus's promise to be there shortly he made his way to the couch. He reached for the zipper at his throat and paused. He didn't want to do this.

You have to, for Reno…

Yazoo unzipped the coat, blinking back tears.


AN- Dont kill me for giving you a cliffhanger. Anyways, for anyone interested in my LJ, the userame has a little dash like this phoenix647

there is an account without the dash but its not mine. Sorry for any confusion. TY to everyone who reviewed that last chapter you guys are awesome!