Warning! Mature readers only! Non- Con, Angst and just in general squickiness!


"Very good."

Yazoo looked up from his position on the couch. He had his coat draped over him modestly and had done his best to erase any sign of his tears. Rufus came in the door, every inch the confidant figure. He took off his own white coat and draped it over the other side of the couch, his eyes running over Yazoo's skin. Yazoo didn't move, he felt mortified, humiliated and angry and it was taking all his power not to lash out at the arrogant brat before him.

Rufus came to stand in front of him making Yazoo look up at him from his seated position. "Oh come now, surely it isn't all that bad. You might just discover things tonight that will make you want to forget the redhead."

Yazoo's cat like pupils narrowed in anger. "You… are insane." His voice shook with the barely leashed rage. He didn't know if he would be able to make it through this without just killing the fucker. But if he did it would be signing a death sentence for himself and Loz. The Turks would hunt them, hell, maybe even Reno would if he couldn't get them to believe his story.

Rufus smiled, not a charming smile but a smile that made you want to shrink inside your skin. "You need a drink. Anything in particular you prefer?"

Without waiting for an answer Rufus disappeared into the kitchen. He emerged with two glasses of something clear that Yazoo couldn't quite identify. The president handed it to him with a stern look when Yazoo hesitated. Strong smell of alcohol and something almost like strawberries, the clone gave in under the intense stare and downed half the glass. Rufus smiled and sipped his own, still smiling down at his unwilling guest.

Setting the glass aside Rufus lounged on the arm of the couch and ran a hand through silver hair. He was so close Yazoo could feel the heat from his skin. Something was very wrong. Yazoo took a deep breath, his heart was pounding and he felt light headed and there was something else…

Yazoo turned to face Rufus so abruptly they almost bumped heads, the result was the clone snarling in his face. "What was in that drink?"

Rufus laughed. "Don't worry, it was just a little something to make sure you…enjoy the evening."

By the time Rufus finished speaking Yazoo was so hard it hurt. The blonde gave him a knowing smile and began walking toward the bedroom, gesturing for Yazoo to follow.


"Well that's everything I guess. Thanks for your help"

Loz just shrugged. "It was nothing. Listen, I was thinking, Yazoo is on duty with the president tonight and the apartment always seems so empty without him, I had wanted to cook but there's no point in really making something if its just me and… well… I was wondering.." Sweet Shiva she's going to think I'm an idiot.

Elena smiled, Loz was almost blushing. The Turk took pity on him. "Sure" Did she just say what I think she said?

Loz smiled sheepishly "Thanks, I was wondering if I would ever be able to make it through that sentence." Now I've really done it…

Elena laughed. "Don't worry, I've heard much worse. What time?" Great, so I'm bad, but not that bad. Who cares? It worked right? She's coming. Think you clutz think! How long will it take to get everything ready? This had better be good…

The clone seemed to do a mental calculation. "Seven okay?"

"Yep, can I bring anything?" Bring? Oh, food.

Loz shook his head. "No, just yourself, see you then."

Loz left Elena at her apartment and headed for his own, hoping no one would see him on the way, he could feel himself smiling to wide his cheeks were beginning to hurt but he couldn't seem to stop.

She said yes!

When he had closed his front door and was safely away from being seen he did a small victory dance before something close to dread came over him. He had two hours to make everything perfect.

With a look normally reserved for monsters and enemies Loz hit the kitchen.


Yazoo bit his lip to keep from screaming. Rufus had tied his wrists to the columns of his four poster bed as he knelt. The leather flog he used was soft enough that it didn't cut but harsh enough to leave stinging welts across his back, ass and thighs. Combined they made him feel as if the abused skin was on fire.

Rufus ceased his relentless strikes and came to run his fingers over Yazoo's back. The clone shivered at the pain of the touch and the slight feel of relief at the break. Whispers in his ear.

"You're beautiful when you're in pain."

Rufus came to kneel in front of Yazoo, something in his hands. "Stay very still, I wouldn't want to put these on you wrong." They were nipple clamps, small but sinister looking, Yazoo saw two needles where the clamp would grip flesh. Rufus teased the sensitive skin first then without warning set the clamp.

Yazoo gasped as the needles pierced him, a small stream of blood began flowing down his chest. Rufus proceeded with the other then hooked an almost delicate looking chain to them. He pulled on the chain slightly and Yazoo gritted his teeth against the pain.

Rufus stood in front of Yazoo, obvious hardness trapped in tailored slacks. He put a hand on the back of Yazoo's head, "get it out, with your teeth and suck."

The tears had come back to sting at Yazoo's eyes, but he would be damned before he let them fall and this bastard saw them. Clumsy and awkward he bit at the belt and buttons until they came loose, freeing Rufus who wore nothing beneath the expensive white fabric.

The hand on the back of his head urged him forward and Yazoo took Rufus in his mouth slowly, thinking he would gag just from the concept of who this was. The president allowed no such thing and shoved himself in roughly, slamming in to the back of Yazoo's throat. There was no finesse, no caressing tongue or languid enjoyment like there was with Reno, just Rufus brutally fucking his mouth, at one point making his bottom lip catch on his teeth tearing the internal skin.

The extra bit of blood that flooded his mouth just seemed to fuel Rufus more till he pulled Yazoo back sharply, wrenching hair out from its roots as he did so. Rufus pulled him to his feet and quickly undid the bonds tying him to the bed posts and pushed him on to the bed roughly. Looking at him now you would never know him for the aristocratic executive, his eyes had an animalistic gleam and the expression on his face was unrefined and primitive lust.

Shoving slender thighs apart roughly, Rufus pressed himself against Yazoo, grabbing his arms again and pinning them over his head. Without further warning or any preparation Rufus shoved himself inside Yazoo with a demented smile on his face. The clone couldn't hold back the scream of sensitive tissue being torn. He twisted, reflexively trying to get away but Rufus's weight and hands holding him down kept him in place. Yazoo tried to stave off the panic that threatened to overwhelm him. He couldn't lose it, not now, especially not now.

With his free hand Rufus raked his nails over Yazoo's ribs as he pounded him hard, blood was staining the pristine white sheets and smearing over the thighs of both men. With a final growl and thrust Rufus came hard, biting into the tendons of Yazoo's neck.

When it was over Rufus moved away from Yazoo on the bed and caught his breath. Yazoo was still achingly hard from whatever Rufus had put in the drink. At first he didn't think he could move, the pain was intense and hadn't eased much even since Rufus had stopped. When he felt the bed shift beside and Rufus whisper in his ear "Want me to finish you?" Yazoo didn't bother replying, as quickly as he could he staggered to his feet and into the living room. His clothes were still lying on the couch and he pulled them on haphazardly and fled. It wasn't until he had made it halfway down the hall from Rufus's suite that the pain became so bad he was limping. He hoped to any god that could be listening that there was no one else between him and his room. Especially not Loz or Reno.

The halls were empty but Yazoo paused outside his door. He could hear laughter inside, Loz's powerful rumble and something softer… Elena? Yazoo heaved a sigh and tried to compose himself. He straightened his leather coat, arranging it as best he could to hide the obvious erection and psyched himself up for the pain of walking as normally as he could and opened the door.

Loz and Elena were seated at the small table over glasses of wine and bright candles, the smell of food still lingered in the apartment. "Hey Yazoo, saved you a plate in the kitchen."

This would be the ultimate test, Loz knew him far too well. Yazoo shrugged nonchalantly, "Thanks, maybe later. I think I'm just going to bed."

Loz frowned but it was just his usual brotherly concern. "Okay, see you in the morning."

Yazoo nodded and turned to go but Elena chimed in. "Sleep well, Yazoo"

He turned and smiled at her before he walked, not ran, to the privacy of his room. When the door was closed behind him he sank to floor and fought with the myriad emotions running through his head. His skin felt dirty, like something filthy was sinking into him. He needed release so badly but the thought of getting pleasure out of this was so appalling.

What the hell could he tell Reno? He was supposed to meet the redhead this morning, in a few hours, before he had to go on shift himself. The Turk was a very tactile person and loved to touch him, there were red marks on his wrists and the welts on his back were a myriad of angry red stripes, not to mention how badly he hurt in other areas, there was no way Reno wouldn't notice.

He couldn't let himself be seen like this. Loz hadn't seemed to notice anything but he would still have to be careful. What if Loz tried that trick with reaching out to him mentally? He would feel that he was in pain and demand answers, Yazoo wouldn't put it past him to use force if he didn't get what he wanted. Yazoo put his head in his hands. He didn't want to push either of them away, if he had it his way he would run back to the front room, kick Elena out and tell Loz….

A picture of how Loz had looked when he had walked in hit him. His brother had been smiling. A real smile, it reached his eyes and made him look serene in a way. And he had been looking at Elena, who was smiling back. The realization that Loz had invited her over for dinner, with wine and candles sunk in. Loz was romancing Elena? Yazoo laughed, it was slightly hysterical to begin with and ended in something almost like a sob. He didn't want to ruin that look for his brother. It was the first time he had ever seen an expression like that on his face, and he had been through so much lately…

And Reno, something like this would tear his world apart…

He would endure this best he could, for now…


AN- Hey guys, sorry for anyone who got a new chapter alert update twice, just needed to ass on some more specific warnings fo rthis chap. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I think its a general concensus that almost everyone wants to kill Rufus now...