Strange enough for him, Hojo felt drowsy.
„Sooo bad, sooo bad you are…" Yazoo smirked at him, not bothering to protest against the groping hand on his butt.
„Y'have no idea." The doctor bent forward, encouraged to kiss those smiling, luscious lips. Laughing, Yazoo drew away from him, but simultaneously he managed to unbutton the white gown.
They both shuddered at the phone buzzing up. First the prof considered not to answer at all, but then he realized he had no choice. Not even trying to hide his irritation, he barked into the speaker.
„Izz for ya…!" He handed it over to Yazoo, not less annoyed. Really, crewmembers could be a pain in the ass. He took a few deep breaths to fight the booze's influence in vain.
„Yes, Yazoo speaking. Oh, hi Genesis. No, everything is fine here, thanks for checking." He watched the medician unbuttoning his white tea-time shirt. „The doctor needs some support though." He cooperated in taking off the wet shirt. „Is it okay with you if I stay here a bit longer? Are you fine upstairs?" Hojo's tongue reached out to lick the pink nipples, which were already hardened by the icy bath. „… thank you. I do appreciate your support." Yazoo finished the conversation with a satisfied look downwards, where the long fingers fiddled around his belt. Looking already awkwardly dizzy, Hojo still succeeded in loosening the leather belt, and unzipped the black pants.
„Tsk, tsk." He heard the mocking voice from above. „Look at the great professor. How eager you can be. Such a wanton, what a shame, bah!"
„Haven't ahh… tipped ya… nuff … t'shud yer mouff…?" The officer snarled with difficulties, but still managed to reach into the waiter's underwear. Yazoo couldn't hold back an affirmative chuckle.
„Ah, you thought you have tipped me enough to open my mouth, too." The youth jested, when the professor looked up at him with an incredulous and muzzy facial expression, eyes rolling in an uncontrolled way. Hojo knew something was wrong. That couldn't be just the wine. Too bad for him, it was too late to take any action. As the last one, he pulled Yazoo's member from his pants. Then he collapsed, failing to keep his balance by clinging to the youth's dick.
„The power of The Goddess compels you." Yazoo announced sarcastically. If it hadn't been his penis that was regarded and used as the last straw of a 'drowning' man, he would have chuckled, but the last tug on his member was a bit strong.
How furious Genesis would be at this blasphemy, he thought while gained back control of his face. In the next second, he heard the door bell.
„Roomservice!" Cloud's muffled voice came from the corridor, two doors away. Rapidly, Yazoo hid his cock, put on his tail coat, buttoned his shirt, and without adjusting his open bow-tie he rushed to the entrance. Due to security reasons it was impossible to open the door from outside unless with the special keycard, concerning all the medications and drugs stored here.
Yazoo opened the door with a conceited smile on his face, being aware of his messy appearance hitting the untolerable level, enjoying the look of the sky-blue eyes widening at his sight. Cloud was so thunderstruck he wasn't able to utter a word, although his mouth was left partially open. Yazoo couldn't resist the temptation to kiss it briefly.
„Having fun, tiger?" He purred with a devilish smile. „Wanna join mine?"
„The fuck are you doing here!" The waiter managed to moan, still in bewilderement. However, as a repay for the stolen kiss, he gave Yazoo a powerful poke on the shoulder that pushed him inside the waiting room.
„Almost. Come in, park your limo."
Cloud hesitated first, but then pushed his trolley inside, giving a closer look to Yazoo's unsuitable outfit.
„And how you look…"
„If searching for the proper words: sexy like always, non?"
„Sexy like a drunken penguin! And don't tell me you dared to order this flaming crap, or I'm gonna…" The blond grumbled, crepes being a trouble to prepare.
„You're gonna what." He chuckled. „Give me hard time? Can hardly wait! By the way, how is your ass doing, recovered?"
„Stop groping me, buttface!"
„There, there, you seem to have issues today. Relax, tiger, no stress. Professor Hojo ordered the treat."
„Where is he?"
„Inside. Enter at own risk, he is below himself."
Frowning, Cloud nodded, and after knocking he disappeared behind the pointed door only to reappear again in the next moment.
„Shit, what happened to him? What did you do to him! Is he sick?"
„Sick, my ass! Drunk like no tomorrow. He finished two bottles of wine by himself. Well, almost." He snorted with a smirk.
„What shall we do now!"
„How about we eat your crepes and have a grand fuck on top of him?"
„Whaaa…! Are you nuts? Yes, you are completely nuts, I've always known that! Let's call the bridge!"
„And make a complete fool of ourselves? What do you think we do in bars when drunk bastards pass out, every time we call the bridge? What makes you think Captain Highwind gives a shit? Just consider how this boat is bouncing. Good old Cid must be wasted too."
„We just cannot leave him like that! And what's that on the floor?"
„Icewater. He kicked the stand. Here, let's put the bucket onto his head… he needs a helmet to protect his brilliant skull, right?"
„Holy shit!"
„Okay now, enough of this tantrum, give me a hand. Let's carry him out, before he catches a cold. Move your cute ass."
In cooperation they lifted the man from the floor and carried him out, to the waiting room's sofa.
„Isn't here a proper bed for him? There should be some for the patients, right?"
„Easy, Cloud." He shrugged, while casually checking the crepes under the lid, pushing the small bottle of strong rum aside on the trolley. „If we did so, he would find out that someone dumped him there. Leave him where he is, then waking up his hangover will be stronger than his suspicions about circumstances. I am more worried about his patients."
Pushing a hot crepe into his mouth he waved to Cloud to join him. After entering the messy room he presented him the sleeping Angeal Hewley, explaining the bygones of the day. Cloud watched the unconscious body in symphaty while Yazoo returned to the trolley to pinch another crepe suisette. Man, they were but delicious, especially if he poured some apricot jam on the top. The waiter groaned something in opposition, but the silverhaired youth knew how to smile at him to silence him. Especially that they shared some recent memories about that particular apricot jam. Licking the droplets slowly from his fingers, he strolled back to him. Despite his irritation, Cloud watched that pink tongue circling around the fingers, cleaning them thoroughly. Opening the familiar jar again, Yazoo reached in to scoop some more jam with his fingers, and offered it to Cloud. Like last night, only this time for his mouth.
„So what were you doing here?" Cloud frowned again, turning his head away. Still, he could clearly hear that loud sucking noises that followed the consumption of the new portion of apricot jam. His ears dressed up in deep crimson.
„Mainly resisting." Yazoo shrugged while walking to the next door. „The old shitdick wanted to fuck me, bigtime."
„What!"
From the door, Yazoo turned back to face the blond again.
„Why so surprised, especially you?" And laughed at his annoyed face, stuffing some crepes between his teeth, while entering the next room.
„I am only surprised you resisted." The other one hissed, but still he couldn't turn his eyes away from the damp silver strands sticking to the pale neck. He followed him closely, inhaling the sweet apricot scent that envoked memories.
„Yeah, sure, 'coz such a bitch you think I am." Yazoo mumbled while chewing, feeling the sniffing at his nape. „However, I am more worried about this little princess, than about that Doc Dick outside."
Turning on the lights they caught sight of the real prize. Cloud gasped, while Yazoo, consuming the last bits of his crepe, approached the hospital-styled high bed in an easy, cool motion.
„Good evening, princess." He sighed, bowing above the bed. His loose, silver strands caressed her face, not being able to wake her up from her empty, deep sleep.
„Miss Aerith." He murmured teasingly. „Do you remember me?"