Title: Vermicide Part 6
Author: KorNaXon
Pairing: Yazoo/Cloud
Rating: adult, yaoi, mature, pervy
Characters: Yazoo, Cloud, Aerith
Author's note: FFVII AU, takes place on a cruise ship called Seahorse Melody
Cloud snapped.
„What are you referring to?"
Yazoo couldn't help a wide, unhealthy grin.
„I was the first one in her life who could persuade her to…" He didn't finish it, only chuckled. Apparently the wine yet had some effect on him. He grabbed the siderails of her bed, and almost let his head rest on her pillow. Annoyed, Cloud closed the distance between them.
„…to what?!" He demanded an answer, since he remembered well this innocent looking, shy and humble girl. Never did she look into the eye of a man, never left the side of his father, never allowed herself any questionable fun… all the kinds Yazoo stood for.
The emerald eyes pierced him in a provoking way.
„… to have a tiny sip of non-alcoholic champagne, that is it." And he laughed again at him.
„Big deal!" The blond snorted with a scorn, but Yazoo kept drawling without letting himself discouraged.
„You know, on a Captain's Party, they could ask for whatever they want. She is abstinent, she could have asked for a soda. But, like I suspected, she wanted to know what champagne tastes like, and she accepted my suggestion. Only with her papa around, she didn't let herself try the real deal. Isn't that sweet? Look. Isn't she sweet?"
Cloud stared at the peaceful face, craving for the sight of those long lashes, full cheeks, rosy lips, brown locks. Her blue eyes weren't closed completely, but didn't react to the movement around her. She looked so beautiful, so pure, so celestial. A sleeping angel indeed.
„But now daddyman is not around…" Cloud heard the devil's sing-song tittering from his left, and saw Yazoo lifting up her blanket. Awaking from his reverie, he hitted the barwaiter's hands away from her.
„Now what do you think you're doing?!"
„Easy, Paladin, just checking whether she's fine."
„Sure she is, get lost, you perv!"
„You call me a perv with that bulge in your pants? Oh, please!"
„I told you not to grope! Keep your filthy hands off me! Yazoo, touch me one more time uninvited, and I am telling you I will…"
„Seriously, I can't consider my touches being uninvited after all those creamy showers you awarded them with, if you don't mind."
„Now that was really low-class!"
„More than sucking my dick on the freezer during your last night shift?"
„Shut up, she would hear you!"
„Oh, now this is a new side of you, acting so shy. Did you already forget the last time my roommate maybe sleeping on the lower bed, me riding your ass on the upper one until you tore my pillow apart with your very teeth just to muffle your own screams?"
„What do you mean 'maybe'? Was he awake by any chance?"
„However, this lady isn't, trust me."
„I can't!"
„But you want. You want to trust, to thrust, to…"
„Please, let's leave this place now, we just can't tresspass!"
„Cloud, listen." Yazoo finished the lovebird's arguing, and cupped the alarmed babyface with his fingers. „That asshole on the sofa, pissing right into his pants, really tried to rape me, just was not able, had too much. I guess he's a fag, but we need to check."
Even if the old goat was not into girls, he might have felt tempted to try one of his instruments on her. Or on his father. Both of them looked so inviting in their helpless gentleness, their mild innocence just begging for some corruption. Yazoo suspected what kind of siren's song Hojo must have heard or sensed, since he felt the same way. Most men would feel this temptation, even his ever-denying companion. The question is, whether Hojo wanted to keep her truly for dessert, or had he taken her as appetizer? Maybe the father should be checked first. However, the sight of an exposed priest would have less effect on an aroused Cloud Strife, and that was another aspect he had to take into consideration.
„What kind of monster do you take me for, believing I want to bang a KO fairy? We need to know whether she is touched by him, whether she is safe to stay here, got it?"
Listening to these words, his alarmed look soothed, and Cloud eventually nodded in approval. Such a relief it was for him to be convinced that Yazoo had no ulterior motives. They stayed standing there for a moment like this, exchanging deepening glances, the gratefully smiling Yazoo cupping the waiter's face with gentle caressing fingers, Cloud struggling with the fading bad conscience. In the end, he knew he lost again, not being able to resist anymore when Yazoo gently kissed his lips, and he just gave in, responsing the acknowledging kiss, gods know for how many times like he did before. The bastard just knew how to persuade him. Or anyone else.
But he tasted so nice. He tasted so irresistable, so morish, so addictive. Not only his kiss or his skin. Thoughts and shameless memories sweeping away his last morsels of opposition, Cloud felt his cheeks heatening up, although the slim fingers left them, wandering down onto his neck, then shoulders, heading towards his chest. Yazoo sucked in his bottom lips, making him moan silently in anticipation, manipulating him to grab his ass and pull him closer. Those skillful fingers had just opened his waistcoat, loosened his tie, and didn't need much time either to unbutton his shirt. In a few seconds, he felt them on his chest, around his nipples, squeezing and pulling and teasing them just the way he liked, just the way the bastard knew he liked.
Cloud's sudden loud groan filled Yazoo's ear, made his spine scintillate, sending aching waves into his erected member. He didn't forget to grind that mentioned member against Cloud's groin, making him hiss this time, simultaneously nibbling at his earlobe and pinching his hardening nipples. Accepting his fate Cloud took off all his clothing from his upper body, not wanting Yazoo's hands to let go of his buds. Still, the barwaiter abandoned that smooth chest to loosen Cloud's pants and free his semi-erected member. Having all those experience at hand, it took him only a few seconds, without even needing to look down.
„I should order your room-service more often." Cloud heard Yazoo's whisper, before feeling gentle teeth massaging his neck, and long fingers clasping around his shaft. The waiter almost lost his balance, using the rocking of the ship as scapegoat.
„Stop mocking me, will you." He grumbled, still blushing as he felt the slick, wet muscle licking his vein down on the side of his neck.
„Mocky, licky, sucky, fucky, ticky-tacky…" Yazoo hummed intoxicated by alcohol and hormones, while toying with velvety testicles during his last words. Cloud wondered for a second what he should do first: hit the cheeky crook on the head or kick him in the ass. Instead, before those pearly teeth could capture his nipple, he shoved his partner away.
„Undress." He panted with a hoarse voice and rushed out of the room. The sight of his dilated pupils reassured Yazoo that he would be right back. He got rid of his damp clothes quickly. Returning with a jar of medical vaseline stolen from a cupboard Cloud found him bending above the bed again, humming his eximious dirty talk into the virgin ears.
„Leave her alone!" He snapped, grabbed the long locks and pulled him away. Without resentment, the naked barwaiter stole the jar out of his other hand with a laugh.
„Nah, what's thaaat? Got bored of jam? This time you want me to pump this up into your ass?"
„Not into mine, it still feels sore due to your exclusive performance from yesterday. Now let's share the experience!"
„You had it coming." He pointed out, while being bent over the table in the middle of the room by Cloud, who started preparing him for the penetration. „Only a fool like you could suggest using jam as lubricant. I told you it is too sticky, too thin, not slippery enough, but you so insisted trying the hurting side. You just do enjoy pain too much!"
„I'd love to enjoy your pain, too!" Trying to sound ruthless, he threw in this lie, while he entered Yazoo's bottom with his greasy index finger. The silver one shoved himself away from the table, which helped the searching finger slide deep inside, up to the hilt. The ship rocked again, they tried to keep their balance, and when Cloud looked up, Yazoo was balancing at the bed again, clasping the siderails.
„Go on." He nodded towards him, pushing out with a wide straddle.
„Not there... don't..."
„Go on!" Yazoo repeated categorically. He didn't return to the bed only because of himself. He was not the only one in the room who got aroused by the sight of a sleeping beauty, although he was the only one who admitted it.
The growing lust darkened his moans when this time two fingers penetrated him.
„Such pure, perfect beauty." Cloud sighed, languishly eyeballing the lying figure in front of them.
„You mean my ass or her?"
„You really deserve a headshot, you moron."
„Let's start with an ass-shot." Grinning, he swayed his hips with shameless pleasure around the pumping fingers. „I have to admit, she's the second most beautiful spectacle onboard. Being my dick jammed up deep in your ass the fist one."
„Touch her and you'll need a new face." Cloud promised from behind, but Yazoo just kept sighing. Those fingers made such a good job inside, curling up, moving around. Their touch excited him as much as the open question, whether his partner is observing his naked ass or the girl's semi-opened, empty looking eyes. For the time being, his attention was held by the spiraling, pumping two fingers inside him, which were joined very soon by a third one. Behind his back, Cloud's breaths became obviously louder and raspier. His fingers sped up too, and soon he was fingerfucking his partner in a strong rythm, while with his other hand he reached forward and started to stimulate his cock.
With loud moaning, Yazoo sprayed tiny drops of saliva onto the girl. He would have loved to lick them off, but holding himself back was much more exciting than actually doing it. His cock was rapidly getting hard among the sedulous fingers. His body was ready and he didn't want Cloud to fall behind. Rising up, he pushed his lover away, then lowered himself onto his knees. The rough see made his skull almost bonk the bed's rails.
„Hn…getting real rough. Clasp the rails thightly." He instructed before starting to suck him. Cloud was against getting closer to the bed and the maiden on it, but the next wave hitting the ship persuaded him to be careful.
The long-haired one started to work on him in a slow rythm, with extreme tenderness, avoiding much pressure, stroking only with smooth, wet lips. Along the length of the shaft, lingering on the dorsal vein. Then back, up to the head, taking it in like he would do with a lollipop. Finally his tongue came out to play, its top caressing the slit. Cloud's eyelashes were trembling at the touch. He looked down, meeting the glance of a focused Yazoo being completely occupied with the instrument in front of him. Cloud was able to hold his glance maybe for a minute, when the skillful technique of the hot lips started to break his self-control. While his cock was hardening, his self-restraint was melting. First he looked up only for a short second, without even noticing what he did. Then again, and this time he also realized what he was doing. There was no consciousness in those half-opened eyes, still, it was so easy to fancy that the girl was watching him.
He tore off his glance and moaned out loudly as Yazoo deepthroated him.
Then he caught himself again staring at her.
So what? Who is he harming with admiring her?
After all, he was just looking.
That heat building up in him thanks to her sight would not harm anyone.
Yazoo took him in again to the hilt. His glans pushed against his troath, making his body spasm a bit and luring another groan from his trembling lips. Straight in her direction. His gaze wandered up to the rosy, unmoving lips and stayed there. He felt Yazoo's tongue circling around his glans, his long fingers sneaking behind his testicles. In anguish he moaned again, the view of the plump, small lips in front of him drifting away as his eyes rolled back for a second. The tongue's tip slid into his slit, then circled around the corona, and Cloud kept moaning. The fingers pressed the sensitive area behind his testicles and he kept moaning. The vaseline got smeared onto his cock, covering it with a greasy, slippery layer, and he just kept moaning, harder, louder, more and more shamelessly.
„Check her." He heard from below. „Check her yourself, or I'm gonna do it."
No, he couldn't allow that. He definitely didn't want him to do that. His anxious worries about her and his desperate jealosy of him didn't grant that kind of access. Therefore, still clasping the rails with one hand, he forced himself to raise his other hand to lift the blanket. Unwillingly he peeked underneath.