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18

The way to the bedroom took a bit longer than it should have, but Cid was carrying not only himself, but the unstable silver-haired boy who threatened to slip from his grip every two minutes.

"Gawddamn," the mechanic hissed, grabbing tighter around that slender hip, trying to ignore the wet shirt riding up and his hands making contact with cool, smooth skin. Cid pressed down the handle with his elbow, dragged them into the room, and pushed the door close behind them.

"Almost dere," he breathed reassuringly in Yazoo´s direction, getting a non-committal "Hn" in return.

Finally they reached the bed and with a grunt Cid threw himself and his apprentice on the mattress. Panting, he lay half on Yazoo, face first in a cushion and dizzily wondering why alcohol was so evil and always took effect when it was late too late to stop the drunkenness.

He was pulled out of his drunken musings when Yazoo stirred underneath him, accidently brushing over his groin. Biting down on his tongue, the blond suppressed an involuntary moan and moved aside. He didn´t need his apprentice to feel his erection; the evening had been scary enough already.

Still, Cid had to get the youth out of his wet clothes so he wouldn´t catch a cold. Heaving himself up on his arms, he leaned over to Yazoo, asking, "Ya-zz, ya able ta get outta ya stuff?"

He tensely watched the boy´s reaction, but to his relief Yazoo slowly nodded and opened his eyes halfway. Still looking at nothing in particular, he sluggishly brought his hand up and let it fall on his belly, uncoordinatedly tugging a bit at the wet clothes.

"Oh great." Cid groaned, shaking his head and crawling closer again. "Here, lemme help ya," he mumbled and started to tear at Yazoo´s clothes with no more skill than Yazoo. The silver haired young man let his head drop to the side and interestedly watched what Cid was doing.

"Can ya move up?" the mechanic asked, his heavy head looming very close over a flat belly. Narrowing his eyes, Cid tried to get a hold of the sticky shirt and almost bumped his nose when Yazoo did as he was told and arched his back.

"Yah, nat DAT up," Cid breathed, looking up into Yazoo´s face with a light scowl that vanished when the youth looked back at him with big, clouded eyes, mouth half open. Suddenly he became very aware of his position, his lips hovering only mere inches over Yazoo´s navel. Thick droplets of rain were dewing his white alabaster skin, and for a moment the urge to dip his tongue into that little dent and lick them away was overwhelming…

"Hnnnn," Yazoo hummed and Cid blinked. He hadn´t just… had he?! But yes, obviously his tongue had become independent and swirled in quick circles around and inside of Yazoo´s belly button, tasting the sweet skin. And obviously the youth didn´t seem to mind as he bowed into the treatment and closed his eyes again, the barest of pleased smiles tugging at his lips.

All alarm bells were shrilling in the mechanic´s head, telling him to stop this, that this was insane, that they were both drunk and that Yazoo had just had a very traumatizing experience, and that he was still underage (if only for a few weeks longer), and that everything wasn´t right and would become very complicated, but meanwhile, his body had already rolled up Yazoo´s shirt and his mouth had found one hard nub that he engulfed and suckled.

Cid´s body had magically moved on itself as well and was heavily lying on Yazoo´s slender frame, grinding his hips and his groin against the equally hard erection of the youth underneath him.

One of Yazoo´s hands had found their way into Cid´s hair, ruffling and massaging it with dazed movements, while encouraging little noises fell from his pouty lips, making Cid groan around the nipple in his mouth. He flicked over the erect flesh a few more times before he forced himself through sheer will power to let go and look up, grunting through his still circling movements,

"List´n, it ain't like I don't want this, but it ain´t a good idea-"

He was shut up by a velvety, agile tongue suddenly invading his mouth, tasting him with sensual movements and taking his breath away. Groaning again, Cid felt his resistance melt away and his eyes drop shut. His hands moved up and buried themselves in silver hair, drawing the boy closer and hungrily devouring him.

Meanwhile Yazoo´s clever hands had found their way around his employer´s gyrating lower body and travelled over his denim-clad buttocks. A firm squeeze made the mechanic almost jump, but then he was held down by two long legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer to that deliciously wriggling body.

Rubbing his hard member roughly against the denim fabric and the equally erect cock of Yazoo felt so relieving after so many years of abstinence that Cid almost gave in to a sob, but instead he dived deeper into the moist cavern that was Yazoo´s mouth, pinching a rosy nipple with his free hand, making the boy writhe underneath him.

Yazoo´s muffled moans and rushed breaths sounded so wonderful to his ears, like music he never wanted to stop. He´d almost given in, but then the youth´s nimble fingers had managed to furtively sneak to the waistband of Cid´s pants and opened the button. As soon as cool fingertips came into contact with the oversensitive, burning flesh there, the mechanic jerked away, burying his head in the nape of Yazoo´s neck and squeezing his eyes shut, panting,

"Fuck, stoppit we can´t do dat!"

Cid felt Yazoo´s head move a bit, long, silky tresses brushing over his stubbled cheek. Instead of letting go, the fingers curled around his thick erection and slowly pulled back the thin layer of skin from his red, glossy head.

"You don´t like that?"

At the huskily spoken question, Cid gritted his teeth and had to force the spinning in his head to go slower. His spine was tingling all the way to his scalp, and he needed a moment before he could rasp out,

"Hell no, I like da- AH- hat! B-but dissisn´t –argh- right! Damn boy, ya have sum dextrous fingers!"

"Uhn," Yazoo breathed into his ear, letting his hand glide up and down his employer´s shaft, grip becoming harder and rougher.

"We can´t do dis, we can´t do dis, wecan´tdodis…!!!" Cid breathed his little mantra while at the same time his body had gone on autopilot again. His hands tore frantically at Yazoo´s short pants and the youth briefly entangled his legs and moved his hips up again so they could get rid of them.

It took the mechanic a moment to realize that he was pressed to the almost naked –there was still that rolled up sleeve-, incredibly sexy and willing body of his apprentice, and another heavy moan filled the room.

Cid´s hands came to rest on Yazoo´s bare ass and he pulled the youth closer. The silver head had to let go of the blond´s swollen flesh but instead they found relief by grinding their erections against one another. His numb fingers feverishly travelling over the firm flesh of Yazoo´s cheeks, Cid found the cleft he´d been searching for and stroked with the tips over the perineum. It elicited a delighted chortle from the body underneath him and Yazoo brazenly pressed against Cid´s fingers. The youth had wrapped his arms around Cid´s neck, probably too drunk and too aroused to be able to do much but letting his body move on itself in a fast, needy rhythm. He left the finishing touches to the blond.

An electric jolt shot through Cid´s guts as he made contact with a hot, wrinkled little hole and pushing against it, he found that Yazoo responded very deliciously. Still, despite his alcohol induced state the mechanic remembered that without a good oiling nothing went anywhere. While he nipped and bit into Yazoo´s bent neck, one hand continued to hotly stroke the tiny entrance while the other frantically searched for something on the nightstand. The noise of things crashing to the ground couldn´t deter them from their desperate actions. Finally the blond had found the bottle of hand creme he´d been searching for.

"Ya sure ya want dis?," he panted into the teens ear, though he wasn´t sure if he could have stopped now. It was more or less a matter of politeness, but luckily Yazoo seemed rather certain about it as he moaned an affirming "Hnnnnnnnnn" and rolled his pelvis against Cid´s hard, leaking cock again.

The mechanic didn´t waste any more time and quickly coated his fingers with the lubricant. When he slipped inside Yazoo hissed, but soon he moved his body in motion with the finger gliding in and out of him. Cid added a second and third one, finally assuming from Yazoo´s delighted moans that he was ready. He grabbed Yazoo´s cheek with one hand and locked their mouths again, while with the other he grasped his cock and guided it towards the slippery entrance. When he felt the heat on the tip of his cock coming from that tight ring of muscle he groaned out again and pushed inside. The head vanished inside and Yazoo wriggled a bit, but Cid held him still and, holding his breath, slowly glided in deeper until he was fully seated. Then he pulled out a bit and pushed back again, overwhelmed by the heat scorching his cock, the smoothness clenching around him, making him quiver with carnal desire.

Yazoo gasped out when the blond moved out and inside again, shoving deep and slamming against the boy´s prostate. Since he clenched his ass cheeks around Cid´s penis, squeezing him in the most pleasurable ways, the mechanic had to do it right again, his balls slapping against skin and bouncing back as he pulled out again.

This was so much better than all the wet dreams Cid had had about screwing Yazoo from behind against the shop counter put together!

It had gotten incredibly warm as their bodies moved against each other, skin rubbing over skin, hard organ penetrating soft flesh. It didn´t take long before their breathing became harsher, the moans and groans getting louder and their movements more frantic until at last, Cid ruthlessly shoved in. With every thrust the mattress creaked harder and the knot in his belly tightened until it suddenly snapped loose and the blond came with a harsh cry, cradling Yazoo´s frail, panting form in his arms and rolling his hips a last few times, exhausted.

Yazoo had thrown his head back, eyes wide open when he came with a silent scream, clinging tightly to Cid´s body, nails digging into his shirt.

Eventually he went limp and closed his eyes, already half asleep. Cid sighed and pulled out. He was too tired and felt too good to move much, so he simply lay beside the silver-head, arms still around him, and fell asleep almost immediately.

*

The next morning Cid awoke to one hell of a hangover. Groaning, he held his head before he dared to crack his blood shot eyes open. Instead of the mercilessly bright sun burning his eyes and splitting his head, though, the room was cast in a relatively pleasant semi-darkness. Someone must have pulled the curtains closed, Cid mused, dizzily moving his head to the side.

"Good morning," was the considerate, lowly spoken greeting that made him shift his eyes up. There beside him, kneeling on the mattress sat Yazoo in all his naked glory, holding a glass of water and a white pill towards him.

"What…" the mechanic croaked, narrowing his eyes, but then it came all rushing back on him and he closed his mouth with a snap. Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! He hadn´t really done that, right?! It all had been just a very intense, very vivid dream, right?!

"Damn," he muttered under his breath, sitting up and avoiding eye contact with Yazoo. Since he didn´t know what to say, he decided to buy some time. He hesitantly took the offered aspirin and the water and gulped both down in one go.

"You slept well?" Yazoo asked, watching his employer clinging to his glass and staring into his lap, jaw clenched. He reached out to push a blond tress off the mechanic's face, saying, "You look a bit exhauste-"

"Don´t."

Slowly, Yazoo withdrew his hand, face blank. "What´s wrong?"

" What's wrong?!" Cid laughed a listless laugh, shaking his head and waving his hand. "ALL o' this is wrong!"

The silver haired youth remained quiet for a moment, before speaking up again. "You didn´t like it, then?"

"What?" The mechanic looked stunned for a moment, but then he shook his head again, rubbing his temple. "Nah, that´s not it…" He sighed, shrugging. Just how could he bring his point across?

"I see," was the fathomless reply, followed by a hollow "so it´s me then."

This time Cid jerked his head up. "Wha- No! How da hell ya got dat idea?!" Shaking his head again, he reached for Yazoo´s hand and pulled it in his lap, sighing and wishing very badly for a cig. "Look, it ain´t you, I like ya, really… It´s yest…"

"What?" Yazoo asked after the pause dragged on, tilting his head. His hand lay laxly in Cid´s. He really didn´t understand where the problem was here. He liked Cid and Cid had just said that he liked him too. The sex had been breath-taking (as far as he could remember) and they lived and worked together anyway, so what could possibly be wrong?!

"Look, ´m a grumpy ol´ man, and you, you´re young an´ hot… "

Yazoo blinked and cocked a brow. "And? Maybe I like grumpy old men."

The blond just snorted humorlessly, so the youth brushed with his thumb over the back of his hand and said quietly. "I really don´t care how old you are. You can´t be that much older than me anyway, hm?" Besides, how old could Cid really be? 45? He sure did not look older than fifty…

"Ah yeah…" Cid said, squirming, but looking a bit less reluctant now. "Thirty-four, actually. Thirty-five this year."

"Oh…" Yazoo said, face blank for a moment, before he summoned a sweet smile to cover his surprise and smoothly lied "I thought you were younger. You look about twenty-eight."

"C´mon," the mechanic waved a hand in dismissal, but Yazoo didn´t fail to notice the pleased, happy sparkle in his eyes.

"No really," the silver haired youth purred, shifting a bit closer and to his delight, Cid threw an arm around him and drew him closer.

Still, he shook his head and mumbled, "This can´t work out…"

"Hn, you won´t know if you don´t try," Yazoo commented dryly and graced his new lover with his sweetest smile as Cid just shrugged and sighed in defeat.

"Fine then, ya win. But no more sex till ya turn 18, ya hear me?"

"Hn," Yazoo smirked and snuggled closer, shutting his eyes for another round of well-deserved sleep.

Three months later

Reno stood before the –finally fixed- glass door of Highwind´s Tool Shop and threw one last, critical view at his image reflected on its surface. His hair had been subdued by a large amount of hair gel and he had even ironed his black suit. In one arm he held a huge bunch of sunflowers. After he had pushed back some stray hair into order, he took a deep breath and finally entered the shop.

Clearing his throat to announce his presence, he nervously went up to the counter. Yazoo, who´d been working on a new delivery, clad in tight jeans and a black pullover, looked up and slowly set the biro aside, one eyebrow raised.

"Yo."

"Hey."

Reno shifted nervously, yearning for a cigarette, but he´d given up on smoking for two months now. Clearing his throat, he pushed the flowers towards Yazoo and asked "You like them?"

"They are nice."

"Damn!" Reno cursed, mumbling, "I don´t need nice, I need perfect!"

At that, the silver head smirked and casually leaned over the counter. "Hn, I´m sure he´ll like them."

"You sure? Really, really sure?" the redhead looked sceptically from Yazoo to his flowers. "He didn´t strike me as someone who would like sunflowers, you know… More of the red rose type, yo…"

"Just go ahead," Yazoo replied, rolling his eyes. "The worst he can do is shoot you, hm?"

"Oh thank you, how very encouraging," Reno snarkily replied, but then he sighed, giving his former boyfriend a light hug. "Wish me luck, yo."

"Aww, a guy with your charms doesn´t need luck." The mocking words held no sarcasm whatsoever. They weren´t exactly super tight anymore, but they had had a few long talks after the incident. Now they slowly and carefully worked on establishing a platonic friendship. Reno was successful with his job as a bouncer and had completely stopped drinking. He had also found himself a new love interest, keeping his mind away from Yazoo.

Reno grinned and tipped his head before he straightened again, re-arranged his flower bunch and went up to the apartment.

The silver haired man looked after him for a moment before he turned towards the garage and smirked, "You can come out now."

A blond shock of hair shifted behind the door, but then Cid grumpily walked into the store, cleaning his oily hands with a cloth.

"What´d he want?" Despite Yazoo´s assurances that Reno was clean now and had no interest in him anymore whatsoever, Cid still remained suspicious.

"Nothing, he´s heading for Vincent´s," the youth replied casually, leaning with his back against the counter and showing a bit of his belly button.

"Ya sure he ain´t flirtin´with ya?" the mechanic queried, throwing his cloth on the counter.

"Hn. What makes you so sure I´m not flirting with him?"

"Tch." Cid sourly lifted a brow but then he just grabbed Yazoo around the waist, pulled him up on the counter and threw him in a bruising kiss.

"Well, that´s an argument," the young man breathed as he was released a few minutes later, and pressed himself against the man. "You´re up for a short break?"

"Ya bet," Cid smirked, lifting his lover up and carrying him into the garage, closing the door shut behind them.

End.

Cid really is 34 years old. According to the Reunion Files. *cough*I´dhavethoughthe´s43butwell *cough*

Valitiel: Hehe, well, we´ll never know if Reno was successful at conquering the heart of Vincent, so it could as well be that Vincent has the hots for Yazoo, but to tell the truth: I doubt it ;) I think Reno succeeded and now Yazoo is happy with Cid, and Reno is happy with Vincent and it is the perfect happy ending ;P Or what do you think? *curious*

Zexion.6: Well, I´d say this was a good ending? Yes? No? XD What did you have in mind?

natzilla: Strange, uh? I can perfectly imagine Yazoo with Cid, but not with Barret, really... Maybe because Cid has this special, rough charm *shrugs* Oh well, I needed the drama and I wasn´t satisfied with portraying Reno as the one-sided, evil guy... I had to shorten his development since I shortened the whole story, but in the end he still gets happy, I think :)

luvyuyu: Hah, secretly Cid´s a sweet, romantic guy... Maybe ;) Reno found someone else - couldn´t let him end up all miserable- and finally Cid did give Yazoo some love, so I hope you like it^^

kiki-slasha: Hm, I needed to show Yaz´s development from active to passive but he might have been a bit too eager to be active XD This was an interesting thought you had there, about Reno picking Yazoo´s younger brother, because in the longer, original version Reno´d have done that to provoke Yazoo´s jealousy... But well, now he has Vincent^^ Uhm, I am having this funny little story line in my head with the pairing being Renzoo, but I´ll have to finish a few other things first, I can´t really keep track of what I have up anymore XD

Goddess Of Glomps: Hehe, Vincent is your favorite then, I take it? Well, he was indirectly in the last chapter as well, so I hope it was a good chapter then XD

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