A/N: Big thanks to Unlike Us, who reminded me about this fic! I got my first review from her and it felt great. :)

„He didn't even remove her clothes." He reported with relief. Having seen that, suddenly he felt so relaxed that he let his eyelids lower, his head bend back, and a betraying low sigh escaped his shiny lips.

„Oh nooo, not yet!" These reactions giving him away made Yazoo immediately stop his ministrations, and he rose, pushing Cloud away from the high bed. Taking his place, he offered him his ass. „Duty first, fun later. On your job, rider."

„Please don't touch her…"

„Promise. Now please do touch me!"

No more time was wasted when the youth immediately grabbed his wrists, pulled him towards his body, and plunged his throbbing hardness into the hot depth, making him whine and push out. Underneath those vibrating lashes, the barserver's gaze didn't part from the stock-still girl.

„Have you ever felt anything like that, princess?" He panted, while Cloud started to fuck him with his usual fervour. „Will you ever feel something similar? How much do you crave for a capital cock like his dipping in your cunt?"

„Shut the fuck up!" Cloud groaned his order from behind, loud as a shout, while he deepened himself to the tilt into the luscious body. But his anger didn't impress Yazoo.

„Look at me, cutie bigoted piece of garbage. Watch me. See me. Even saints aren't blind." He bent forward more and more, his gaze becoming dazier with each thrust. Cloud tousled his tangled strands forward to be able to kiss his nape. He put his arms tight around his waist, and kept doing him unremittingly. The silver strands flowed down past his shoulders and stroked the lying maiden's breasts. Yazoo's lips were only a breath away from the untouched mouth, that seemed to be fuller now and smoother than ever.

„You…hhh… you can… see me, mahhh doll… at least in … hhh… in your dream… Hhhh…And … hhh…and you…hhh gonna remember … mehhh!" The frantic rhythm dictated by Cloud's hips tore ragged pantings from his lungs, and also his laughter sounded intermittant. „And… this dream… will… will make you… hhh… blush, in your… in your… whole useless, pitiful life!" Watching her lips again, he was positive now. They got fuller, plumper indeed. „She's reacting to me!" He rattled in his throath enthusiastically, as Cloud's intense pumping thrusted the bed to hit the wall. „Reacting to me, you pretty piece of crap!"

„React to this, fucker!" The waiter yelled behind him, adjusting the angle, making Yazoo cry out, as his sensitive sweet spot got grinded severely. Cloud sped up, pushing the bed against the wall again and again, only to silence his lover, while being unaware of himself also staring at the girl. Since the silver head hid her face, he could see only the bump of boobs, rising and subsiding, and the vibrating of the body answering to the bed's banging against the wall.

With this hard pounding inside him shattering his reasoning into pieces, Yazoo was not able to utter more words. Letting his senses dissolve and his body sublime he watched his saliva pouring out in thin line from his mouth agape, drawing abstract patterns into the hollow dimple on her throat, while his panting moans, loud like shouts made her curled hair waggle on her shoulder. Just as his head moved back and forth, his tensile brush of saliva painted disfigured zigzags onto the smooth skin of her neck, which exhaled enchanting flower fragnance. He felt the taste of wine and the desserts mixed up in his mouth, and this, together with the sweet scents of the virgin filled his head with dense, heavy fog. There was no thrust Cloud drove into his body that missed his secret pleasure spot, making his bones melt, and his muscles turn into trembling jelly. Every time he felt the blond's balls hit his buttocks, a wet, clapping noise followed. Then the fingers digged into his hair again, and he could just suck the thin line of saliva back before Cloud pulled roughly his head aside. Luckily enough, the waiter paid no attention to Yazoo's face this time, hereby he missed the sight of the traitorous salive sticking to his chin. No, Cloud was too keen to see her face. And now he could.

Yazoo was not mistaken.

On her cheeks roses were blossoming, her fruity lips slightly parted, and even her breathing seemed to be faster. Her body radiated heat and inviting fragrance. The rough movement of the bed made her face them, she seemed to watch them from behind eyelids closed half way. Her eyes were not focusing, just staring blindly into nothing.

She was unconscious. And yet... who knew, what she heard and dreamt of.

With the strong, hot squeeze around his cock Cloud wasn't able to stand this view any longer. Shutting his eyes he threw his head back. Just like the sea attacking the ship voraciously and without tenderness, he felt his self control being washed away in waves in the same merciless way. He plunged himself with similar cruelness into his partner's body, joining the ship's rocking, as if punishing him for the situation they got into, for what they were both responsible for. It was a sin for him, and he felt shame for enjoying every moment of it. His fingers left dark bruises on Yazoo's hips and he was pressing his cock also too strong. Loud, hoarse moaning was tangled into the sound of their clapping bodies as he welcomed his orgasm.

Yazoo felt his cavern getting filled with seed poured out rythmically. The brutally pumping shaft was sort of pinning him to the rails. Pushing out stronger he greedily drank in the inarticulate voices bursting out from his lover. Indeed he had to hang on to not getting knocked onto the bed by Cloud's feral attack. He would have fallen just between the girl's boobs.

As the bucking became slow and rare, Cloud's voice faded behind him. He looked back above his shoulder. A sheen of sweat was shining on the blond's skin in the cold light. He just loved watching him and his dumb, mindless grimace, as he tried to regain his senses after the climax.

The fingers holding his hips released him, their tight touch turning into thankful caressing, while he retreated from his ass. But the other hand, pleasing his cock stayed, kept moving up and down, and its compliant ministrations made Yazoo risk a question.

„Coming onto her would count as a touch?"

This yanked Cloud back to reality and reminded him how rascally the other one could behave. He snatched Yazoo away from the bed, but his further plans remained unrelieved, because the next wave hitting the side of the ship made both of them lose balance. Cloud hit the floor hard while Yazoo hung on the table. They heard the contents of the cupboard sliding and falling behind the shut doors.

By the time the waiter got onto his feet again, Yazoo was holding the jar of apricot jam in his hands again.

„Now go on and clean up that filthy mess you've created." He hissed towards the blond one, twisting off the top.

„I don't care what you..."

„No, you do care, shut the fuck up! If the time that goes wasted with your sniveling and persuasion could be spent with valuable sex, we'd feel we were on honeymoon, not on duty! Come on, make me cum at last!" Having pushed the jam into his hand he grabbed his hair and threw him onto the floor, next to his feet. His hard cock was swaying just in front of the blue eyes, and Cloud's honor didn't allow to abandon him like this.

Turning his back to his lover Yazoo faced the girl again. While he parted his legs, he lifted the cover from her.

„Good. The clothes are untouched." He stated, feeling his partner coating his opening with jam. Gracefully, he lent forward, again above the maiden. While his entrance was licked around, he checked the girl's veins.

No signs of needle.

The tongue penetrated him from behind.

He peeped into her nostrils. No signs of burn, she wasn't drugged with gas.

Slick fingers started to stimulate his unpatient cock.

Hojo hadn't removed her shoes either. Maybe he was too grossed out to touch her. Probably.

The tongue probed so deep into him that he felt Cloud's nose being pressed against his butt.

He sniffed at the girl. Didn't find anything strange on her, apart from his drops of saliva.

Cloud was devotedly sipping his own sperm and the apricot jam out of him.

„You have no idea what you miss, princess." Yazoo sighed happily, while rearranging the thin cover on her. The traitorous roses were still blossoming on the childish cheeks, but the young man didn't care for them anymore. He only cared for himself now. He turned around, with his back to the patient, facing Cloud, and clasping the rails he offered his aching dick for him.

„Suck me, tiger. Show me your gratitude."

And Cloud obeyed him immediately, enveloping the pulsing shaft with his lips, simultaneously reaching his hand out between his legs and drilling his fingers into his ass.

Yazoo was fucking Cloud's mouth while Cloud was finger-fucking him. The barwaiter didn't want to miss any moment, he enjoyed the show almost without blinking.

The blond one was able to take him in deeper and deeper every time he gave him a head. He mastered the technique. The sensation wasn't tainted with the touch of teeth anymore, and the uncomfortable gagging became rarer too. With great patience, Yazoo was grinding his rough diamond, and loved to admire his treasure. The blue and green gazes interlaced and the slit pupils started to dangerously dilate. From the swollen member Cloud's fingers wandered backwards to part the asscheeks, while his other hand kept grinding inside. With that he was able to bury his fingers deeper, to find the spot that blew away Yazoo's self-control.

Yes, he was improving. Each stolen occassion they could spent together helped him to find it faster and faster. Same this time.

Yazoo arched his back, letting a sharp yelp escape his troath, followed by a muddy gurgling. His hips bucked towards Cloud, whose fingers slid out halfway, then slid back, hitting the target over and over again. The hot, dripping shaft was drilling his mouth voraciously. Again, Yazoo yelled out, desperately trying to keep his eyes open. He wanted to remember the sight of the pleasing boy kneeling in front of him, wanted to treasure the memory of the deceivingly innocent blue eyes, hollowing cheeks, sweaty forehead, damp locks, and the obliging mouth agape.

So much better than the little loser idling on the bed, who denies her harmless desires. Or that monster outside on the sofa, who gives in totally to his utterly harmful desires. Cloud was worth the most. Although struggling with his ignitions and bad conscience, he accepts his desires without becoming their slave. Human, no saint. Human, who refuses to turn into a monster. Human, with likeable fraillness and peccadillos. Beyond all his delightful sins he is able to preserve his innocence. And he has no idea what a delicious treasure he is.

How precious he is for Yazoo.

Because that's what Yazoo needed, this dynamic balance, this harmony that had to be fought for every day, but this very fight made it so valuable for him.

Like a diamond, his rough diamond, his secret gem.

„Di... dia..." The word failed on his lips, turning into something completely different and equivocal. Luckily enough Cloud could hear only his heavy breathing, otherwise he would have left him straightaway. Instead, he kept doing him faster, massaging him inside and outside.

Yazoo's breathing degraded into loud and muddled panting, only to suddenly turn into a struggling cry. His body was shaken by a strong spasm, he turned his head to the side to search for the sight of the girl's face. When having found it, his eyes lightened up with smug smoldering. Just before the last moment above his shoulder he spent an evil smirk towards the maiden, just to mock her, as if he could make her sorry for missing the show and the experience.

But everyone gets what they deserve.

Yazoo deserved the heavenly emptiness that took him over for a few seconds. He didn't see the bed anymore, as his eyes rolled back. With his face going slack he tilted his head back, while his vibrating lungs got filled up. The air was exploding from him with a loud cry, in the same moment when the next wave shook the ship. His tightening muscled pulled his head forward, making his hair flow around his face.

He came cursing the creation, his fingers let the rails go and grabbed the blond strands. Filling up the waiter's mouth with a load too big, his cream bubbled over from the busy lips. Cloud didn't mind, didn't spit or gag, but kept working on it to squeeze the last drops out from his lover. Yazoo arched so much that his hair swept on the thin blanket covering the girl. His pelvis was bucking rapidly. A powerful, heartless thrust sent another jet behind Cloud's teeth, and the boy's eyes got full of tears. Painfully he moaned out.

Yazoo's lips parted trembling, but instead of another yelp only a silent whisper left them. The tense muscles relaxed, his features smoothed, the power disappeared from the grabbing fingers. His head rolled forward, with his long silver hair swaying around it. The eyelids closed. He felt dizzy.

Were it not for Cloud catching him, the next pitching of the ship would have made him fall. Yazoo winced and tried to pull himself together. Regaining their balance, Yazoo drunk in his lover's sight with surprised enjoyment. Blond hair in complete, torn disorder, childish face covered with an unholy mixture of tears, saliva, jam and sperm.

„Such a hopeless mess you are." a content Yazoo whispered, shaking his head. With an irritated groan, Cloud pushed him away, and tore a few paper towels from the dispensor on the wall. Having wiped his face he started to get dressed in a hurry.

„Could you taste the vanilla flavour? Nowadays I consume tons of vanilla stuff, on very purpose. Can it be tasted already?"

„What a fucking devil you are!"

„Yeah-yeah, yaddayadda. So, could you taste it?"

„I could!"

„For real?"

„Yes, screw it!"

„Shall I? Then what do I keep you for?"

„Damn, damn, damn…" He kept cursing, without being obvious who he was blaming. On top of that his beeper started to buzz in his pocket. He flounced out to the phone. Being still naked, a strolling Yazoo followed him. Cloud was adjusting his attire in the waiting room, next to Hojo, who was moaning painfully on the sofa.

„Are you staying?" Cloud looked at him with huge eyes from the mirror.

Yazoo lazily examined the old man, who had difficulties with regaining his senses.

„Just until I make him sign the bill. The dude owns me a lot. You can leave now, see you later. Say hi to Tifa on my behalf."

„Fuck you."

Yazoo just shrugged.

„Why, you did it so well."

With a grin on his face he watched the waiter pushing out the trolley, still quietly cursing. Hojo was muttering something, then fell silent. Apparently his trip wasn't over yet. The barwaiter drank a glass of tapwater and opened the folder that had the bill inside. Above the signature, he saw the amount of tip.

The old snake was more generouos than ever, obviously wanted something in return. Yazoo's glance wandered to the weary body: well, eventually he would get something.

„Are you enjoying your stay onboard MS Seahorse Melody, Sir?" He asked while lifting up Hojo's remnants from the sofa, carrying him bridal-style to the opposite wall.

-tbc-