Chapter 6

Tseng was beginning to feel grateful that he had remembered to remove the ammo. The ease with which the youth aimed and fired his own gun at him was a little unsettling. "What if I have, little one?" he asked uncertainly. "Would you want away from my company then?" He was by no means a child's role model and should keep his mouth shut but he was afraid and something in the back of his mind made him a bit suspicious. Something about this beautiful teen crossing his path and wishing to spend time with him wasn't right somehow...

Yazoo shrugged. He didn't really know and he had never thought about it before. Tseng didn't look like someone who killed people. Or maybe he did, Yazoo wouldn't know... but Tseng was nice and beautiful and his company was pleasant so he couldn't really imagine him to be one of the bad guys. "Why do you have a gun?"

Tseng's eyes narrowed. The youth had so many questions and that is what they could very well be, only questions for curiosity's sake... but what if this Vincent was a cop? Or worse, one of his enemies looking for dirt on him? He wanted to be honest with Herbert but then again, he had to also protect himself too. He didn't know what he should say now. His first instincts were to lash out at the lovely flower, assuming he was being lured into a trap by such desirable bait. However, if the youth didn't mean any harm then... he shouldn't tell him the truth, should he? Frighten the teen? He just didn't know how to handle it.

"Self defense," he hid behind a half-truth, hating himself but it was for the best. He had never been caught so far and he didn't intend to be and in all honesty, he was afraid of what would happen if he told the truth. He didn't want Herbert to go.

Yazoo nodded in understanding, not finding that odd in the slightest. The world was a bad place after all and one had to be prepared."You have any hobbies?" he suddenly asked, interested. He wondered what kind of hobbies a man like Tseng could have. Personally Yazoo had no hobbies, apart from sharp shooting practice sometimes.

"Mm, no..." Tseng chuckled. Sadly, he rarely had time for hobbies in his line of work. "I like the odd movie here and there. I also love my gun and I have read a good book once in a while." Secretly though, he knew that he had an unsurpassed interest in making Herbert his new hobby. "What about you?"

"No, I have no hobbies. Sephiroth says that hobbies are dangerous." Yazoo twirled the end of a strand of silver hair around his finger, watching it sullenly. "He wants me to like swords but I find them boring." He inwardly sighed, and stiffened as a quiet ringing started. "I have to go now," he reluctantly said, killing the alarm of his watch. This time he had been prepared, so he wouldn't be late again. "I might get a day off soon again, where can I find you?"

"Do you have a cellphone, Herbert?" Tseng asked, pulling a pen and small pad of paper from the breast pocket of his suit jacket. "Here is my direct number if you should need anything." As he pulled off and handed the sheet of paper to the youth, he gave him a small smile when greeted with those emerald eyes watching him, a light shiver going up his spine.

"Thanks. I can't give you mine. If you call me and my brother notices, I am screwed." Yazoo folded the paper gingerly and put it in his pocket as he stood. "I should go now. It has been nice talking to you, Tseng."

"Very nice talking with you too, Herbert," the dark man purred softly, rising as well and taking a small hand in his, pulling it to his lips to kiss lightly. It was a bold move but he found he didn't really want to hold back. Best to make his romantic feelings known too rather than prey upon an unaware child and pounce when he had lured him in. That would be unfair. This way, if Herbert did not appreciate this sort of attention, then Tseng could withhold it early on before he started feeling too smitten and might do something rash... like become a rapist.

"Until next time then."

"Yes." Yazoo was not familiar with the gesture but maybe it was some kind of Wutaian thing and he didn't want to be impolite, so he lifted Tseng's hand to his lips as well and briefly pressed them against the warm skin.

Then he turned, exited the teahouse and walked down to the street, where he quickly made his way back home. He would actually be a bit early today and Sephiroth should be very pleased with him... Vincent hopefully too, because he wanted to ask the man something important.

Tseng, feeling warm and pleasant, followed at a distance. This was the second time the youth had been seen in his company and the Wutaian felt a twinge of worry. Plus, he also had serious concerns about that whole issue of whether this was all a plot to lure him somewhere with the siren as bait. The youth walked rather purposefully, with a few dreamy stops to admire a crippled snow man and to pet a cat, but within about ten minutes, Tseng found himself across the street from a rather large house... or perhaps, a small mansion, with iron gates.

He didn't dare get closer than this.

The mailbox was on the outside of the gate at the end of a privacy hedge and there was no visible nameplate on it... However, Tseng knew that Herbert lived with a brother named Sephiroth and a man called Vincent... He would have to search the files at work for any dealings with characters of either of these names. It was a place to start at least. Not wanting to be caught lingering by any nosy neighbors, the dark man turned to walk back down the street from whence he came.

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Vincent looked up from his book as he heard the front door open. Within a moment or two, Yazoo came into the living room and sat down on the couch. "How was your day?" he asked, still rather happy from seeing their little one reaching out to others in a group setting.

"Good. I got a question." Yazoo just cut to the chase, because he didn't want to tell Vincent about Tseng and because his question was urgent and besides, they knew each other and there was no need for long-winded pleasantries. At least Yazoo thought so.

"I heard strange noises from your room last night. What were you doing? Did someone get hurt?"

Vincent blushed a rosy red. "Yazoo," he said uncomfortably. "Sometimes... when two people love each other, they..." Damn Sephiroth for never telling the youth about these things, assuming it would never be an issue of interest. However, Vincent knew what drove his lover and that was the hope that they could keep Yazoo a little boy forever. Really, Vincent himself had known about such things since puberty as had most people, he thought.

"They will... participate in physical acts that demonstrate to each other how much the other is loved. Did you notice how, when you reached pubescence that certain parts of your body started to behave differently? Your private areas?" he asked, his voice just a little bit hoarser for it. Sometimes, it did seem as if Sephiroth thrived on leaving Vincent alone with the boy in moments like these.

"You mean like my penis getting big and stiff?" Yazoo replied unfazed, blinking lazily. Vincent hadn't answered his question at all, but maybe they would be getting there. This seemed to be something important, otherwise Sephiroth would have already told him and Vincent wouldn't be so uncomfortable.

"Yes, exactly that," Vincent said quickly, fighting to keep eye contact with the boy, certain that his face must be crimson by now. Yazoo's bluntness about bodily things always astounded him as he always had so much trouble talking about them himself. "I suggest if you haven't already, you should experiment with your body and see how it feels. When two people are in love, they enjoy experimenting many different ways of finding pleasure together. If you know how your body works, then you can one day share it with someone you love and know how their body works in turn."

For this next question, Vincent felt as though he should put a blanket over his head to ask. "Are you at all familiar with what is known as sexual intercourse, Yazoo?" Perhaps if the teen already had found it in some book or other or one of the discs in Sephiroth's porno stash, then Vincent wouldn't have to explain it... please, Goddess!

"No, but you can show me. I love you."

Not waiting for an answer, Yazoo suddenly reached into Vincent's lap, half curious half serious because he was being taught here. He also wanted to see how that went with the experimenting, therefore he ripped Vincent's pants open and slipped his hand in to find soft flesh. Yazoo wondered if it would get hard too.

Vincent gasped and threw his head back, arching in disbelief and frenzy. Oh gods, this was so wrong! "Yazoo," he grunted, his hand carefully grabbing hold of Yazoo's, trying to pry it free. "I... love you too but I cannot do... this... with you... shit!"

"Why not?" Yazoo asked, his clever fingers wrapping around a hardening, twitching erection that certainly proved that he was doing something right. There was no way in Murphy's universe that in that particular moment the door didn't open.

"Is lunch read-" Sephiroth stopped mid-sentence, his mouth hanging open at the sight before him. Then his eyes grew large like saucers and he knew he ought to say something, but his mind was utterly blank.

"Hello brother," Yazoo calmly greeted, his hands still rummaging in an apparently flustered Vincent's pants.

"Unh-unhhh! S-... Sephiroth... It's... not..." Vincent tried but he couldn't finish. What it looked like? What he thought? All seemed pretty pathetic excuses anyway and he was too incoherent to think of anything else. "Help... me..."

Yazoo had a determined mind and a surprisingly agile fist.

"I will help you all right, the both of you!" Sephiroth growled, coming out of his lethargy. There was a huge conflict of interests here. On the one hand, he had to protect his little brother from sexual molesters and the suspicious, paranoid part of him told him that Vincent was a child molester, who had only wanted to get close to Yazoo all along. One part of him was angry with Yazoo for stealing his boyfriend away... and one part, one he didn't want to admit to, was MASSIVELY turned on. It was a good thing he wore a relatively wide pullover today, because his hard-on was giant and shameful, but at least hidden.

"Get your hand out of his pants!" Sephiroth finally barked, his voice snapping a bit in hysteria.

Yazoo slowly withdrew his hand, confused because he didn't get why Brother was so mad all of a sudden.

"Yazoo, darling," Vincent assured their little one once he had composed and tucked himself back in. "Do you see now why you and I can't do things like that? For one, I am your family too... for another, I am in love with your brother." He stroked over Yazoo's head and pulled him into a hug as his ruby eyes looked back up at Sephiroth. "I was trying to have a long-belated talk to him about the birds and the bees. Care to help me out here, Seph?" he asked expectantly and just a little bit gruffly.

"And then you decided 'to heck with long-winded explanations, let's get hands-on', or what?" Sephiroth snapped sardonically, but Yazoo narrowed his eyes on him. He hated it when Sephiroth and Vincent fought, because they could get really nasty and Sephiroth would get all cold and distanced and they hurt each other.

"It's not his fault, I just asked him what the sounds coming from your room last night were and he tried to explain, but I didn't understand it right I guess."

"It's alright, Yazoo. I did say that it happened when people love each other. Is... It will be hard to explain until you know the difference but... have you ever met someone who makes you feel warm inside when they look at you?" He went on though, not giving Yazoo too much time to think and answer on that since his big brother was in the room. "Well, you will, believe me. When the time comes, that is the person you will want to indulge in these activities with. Now... sexual... intercourse," he returned to the uncomfortable, highly embarrassing topic. "When you find that person and the time is right... You know them very, very well... there might be moments when you wish to be as close to them as possible..." He looked at Sephiroth, while he continued to stroke Yazoo's hair, knowing the boy felt singled out and scolded in his confusion, silently pleading his lover for some assistance.

Sephiroth shifted in obvious discomfort. "I think you know now that you can't touch Vincent like that, so you should be fine discussing that on your own while I go to prepare lunch..."

Yazoo's eyes narrowed further. Sephiroth hated nothing as much as cooking and if he offered to do it willingly... His hand shot out to grab Sephiroth by the sleeve of his pullover and keep him in the room. "So what exactly did you do to be close yesterday?" The delight in his voice at the opportunity of torturing his big brother was barely hidden under a fake layer of curious innocence.

Sephiroth squirmed and looked at Vincent pleadingly.

Vincent cleared his throat again. "When you love someone like that and want to be close to them," he continued, feeling a little better at least if he kept it hypothetical and nothing to do with Sephiroth and his own actions specifically. "Then you... one of you... proceeds to... enter the other's body with your erect... phallus." He continued hugging Yazoo to his chest so he wouldn't have to make eye contact anymore.

The expression Sephiroth sported was exceptionally tight and reminded Yazoo of that one time where they had fought and Yazoo had been smaller and stormed out of the room, attempting to dramatically bang the door shut (he'd been experimenting with drama at that time,) but unfortunately, Sephiroth had happened to have his hand there.

"Where do you enter them?" the boy curiously asked, trying to imagine.

"Well, usually," Vincent turned his face to hide it in Sephiroth's hip as the man remained stranded in Yazoo's grasp. He kept his eyes hidden and his voice went softer as he was well past his comfort zone now. "Sometimes, and this can be done by both parties... one or both will take the other's erect penis in his mouth and... with thorough preparation, one might enter the other's... vagina or... anus." The ground was ignoring Vincent's silent wish to be swallowed up.

"I see..." Yazoo frowned. He had no idea how anything was supposed to fit into an anus. "That must be hurting, no wonder you screamed last night. Poor Vincent." His gaze fell onto Sephiroth and it became hard. "I am very disappointed in you, Brother."

"I didn't hurt him!" the elder protested, hissing at Vincent "Tell him I didn't!"

"No, darling, he didn' t hurt me," Vincent looked down into the youth's eyes with a flushed face. "It will hurt if the right amount of preparation isn't carried out but if done correctly, it can feel... very nice." He couldn't resist looking up at his lover with sultry eyes before he brought himself back to the realities of the conversation.

"And I think this has been enough talk about this now," Sephiroth said a bit grumpily, putting his foot down. He just couldn't take anymore, he was desperate and hungry and embarrassed. Yazoo looked disappointed, but he shrugged, giving in. He had learned more than he had thought he would already...

"If you ever feel this way for someone, Yazoo, get to know them very well. Make sure that they are the right person and will be gentle with you and if you need help, then we will talk again. Until then, just get to know your own body when you are alone. This is enough for now." He strode a stray lock out of Yazoo's face before he gratefully changed the subject. "Now, what shall we have to eat?"

TBC

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