Adult-FanFiction.org : Final Fantasy

The Measure of a Man	By : Madisuzy Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 7 or any of the characters. I make no money from this story.

Chapter List
- 13
- 14
Title - The Measure of a Man
Fandom – FFVII
Characters – Yazoo, Kadaj, Loz, Tseng, Reno, Rude, Rufus
Warnings this chapter – yaoi, swearing, sex
Thank – To Chephren for editing
Disclaimer – Don’t own the boys, just playing with them
Note – Story begins immediately after Advent Children
************************************************************************
Sorry this took so long and I hope there are still some people out there interested in how this all ends. I may do an epilogue in the future, but I’m not promising anything at the moment, as I have far too many stories lined up that I’m so, so very far behind with updates on. Thank you to everyone who has rated or reviewed this story. I appreciate every hit it gets as it was a labor of love for me.
************************************************************************
Chapter 14 – Symbiosis
Yazoo followed Rufus into his bedroom with a worried expression, letting the blond direct him to sit on the edge of his bed as Tseng shut and locked the door behind them. The Turk watched as the remnant looked up at Rufus, his expression full of uncertainty and fear that pulled at Tseng’s heart.
“Yazoo,” Rufus said softly, one hand taking the youth’s as he sat down beside him. “Just hear him out. I don’t expect anything more from you than that, alright?”
Rufus’ smile was sincere and his eyes glowed with affection, but it strangely didn’t make the Wutain jealous. Tseng moved closer, kneeling on the floor before Yazoo as he patiently waited for the youth’s eyes to turn towards him. When they finally did, they only stayed for a moment before turning downwards and Tseng frowned, his determination wavering for only a moment before he took a deep breath and started to speak.
“Please forgive me Yazoo. The way I reacted to you and Kadaj kissing was unacceptable… once more,” Tseng began, sighing as he watched the youth trembling before him. He frowned, looking over at Rufus who smiled encouragingly back at him. Taking a deep breath, Tseng plowed on, determined to convince Yazoo that he was sincere. “I keep fucking this up and it is always you who suffers for my mistakes. I am so very sorry that my own… issues keep causing you pain.” He slowly reached forward to gently place a finger under Yazoo’s chin and lift the youth’s face, green eyes shyly meeting his own. “Please know that I understand what you and your brothers share together, honestly, I do. I just reacted that way because… well, because….” The words caught in his throat as he tried to force them out but couldn’t. The shame over his relationship with his own brother was still there, twisting in his stomach and he flinched at his failure to explain as Yazoo’s eyes darted away once more and his own hand dropped away from the youth’s face.
“You don’t have to forgive me and I will understand if you no longer have any interest in pursuing a relationship with me. I know I am a difficult person to deal with, but I will not get in the way of you continuing a relationship with Rufus, no matter what you decide,” Tseng finished sadly, his own eyes dropping to the floor as he internally berated himself for not being able to explain better.
Yazoo’s eyes turned back towards the Turk, surprise shining from their depths. “I would like to try a relationship with both you and Rufus… the three of us as one,” Yazoo finally murmured, his words making the Wutain’s own eyes widen in shock. “I don’t understand exactly why you were so angry and I hope that in time, you will trust me enough to tell me, so that I can understand.”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you. It just… hurts to talk about it,” Tseng said softly, the sadness washing over his thoughts at the reminder of his own lost brother. Yazoo’s hand made his breath catch as it tucked a loose strand of the Turk’s hair back behind his ear.
“How do you truly feel about the three of us being together?” Yazoo asked, his expression serious as his fingers began to twine through Tseng’s hair.
“I would like it very much. I have never had such a relationship before, so I do have to warn you that you will have to be patient with me but I will try hard to make it work,” Tseng replied, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.
“Finally,” Rufus muttered, chuckling as Tseng and Yazoo turned towards him. The Turk grinned at his troublesome charge before turning back to the remnant, moving forward to rest his head on the youth’s lap. Rufus leant in to kiss Yazoo’s cheek before leaning down to do the same to Tseng. “How about we have a drink to celebrate our new arrangement?” he said, unable to hide the excitement in his voice as he moved over to the bar, not bothering to wait for a reply.
Tseng chuckled at his enthusiasm, eyes glancing up towards Yazoo to find the youth smiling back at him. “Thank you,” he whispered, closing his eyes as he savored the gentle caress of fingers through his hair.
***.***
“Oh goddess. I think you broke me,” Reno whined, lying flat out on his back across the bed, shamelessly naked.
Kadaj huffed and rolled over to punch the redhead in the arm, Reno yelping at the attack. “You’re broken? I’m half the size of you and Rude is bigger than Loz, asshole!” the youngest remnant hissed, pout in full force as he glared down at his lover. “Besides, you came twice! So there’s no way you can say that you didn’t enjoy every minute of Loz fucking you.”
Rude chuckled from the end of the bed as he and Loz watched the fiery two argue. The oldest remnant was curled around his back, chin resting wearily on Rude’s shoulder.
“I enjoyed Reno. Did you enjoy Kadaj, Rude?” Loz asked, happily nuzzling his Turk’s neck.
“Yes, I enjoyed Kadaj,” Rude added, grinning at the littlest remnant affectionately as Reno pulled the pouting boy down against his chest.
“Does that mean we can play with them again some time?”
Rude turned and smiled at the hopeful look on his lover’s face. “Yes, I’d like to,” he answered, getting a gentle kiss from Loz at his reply.
“Hey, isn’t anyone gonna ask me if I want to share again? Do I get any say in this all?” Reno complained.
“No!” both the remnants said in unison, Rude chuckling as Reno smirked.
“Yeah, okay whatever. I demand recovery time first though. My ass is off limits for at least a day, maybe longer,” Reno muttered, rolling over on top of Kadaj and pinning the smallest remnant to the bed. “Which means someone is gonna have to bend over for me… any volunteers?” he asked, staring directly at Kadaj who blushed as he frowned back at him.
“Not me. I need recovery time too,” he murmured, rubbing noses with the redhead. Rude chuckled at how quickly the two could change moods. One minute they were fighting and the next, they were loving and gentle.
“I think we all need recovery time,” Rude agreed, kissing Loz’s forehead, the oldest remnant humming contentedly.
“I wonder how Yazoo, Rufus and Tseng are going. I hope they’re all finally getting along, although it would be a miracle if they were,” Reno pondered, rolling off of Kadaj and onto his back to stare up at the roof as his smile disappeared. Rude frowned, thinking about the other three and sharing the redhead’s concern. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for Yazoo, the middle brother having such a hard time in gaining Tseng’s trust.
“They are going good… better than good, actually,” Loz said softly, causing Rude to turn and look at him with an eyebrow raised.
“What?” the dark Turk asked, Loz’s eyes flashing panic as he looked back at Rude.
“I mean, they must be because we can’t hear any yelling or… anything,” Loz muttered, his eyes averted from his lover’s.
“You two are doing it again, aren’t you?” Reno demanded, sitting up and staring at the oldest remnant as Kadaj whimpered. Rude’s eyes flickered back and forth between the remnants before stopping on Reno.
“What’s going on, Reno? What are they doing again?” he asked, trying to work out what the hell was going on.
“We’re not doing anything. Loz is just being stupid,” Kadaj cut in, glaring over at his older brother.
“Bullshit. Answer my damn question, Kadaj. I’ve noticed you two doing stuff like this before and I’m not gonna be distracted from finding out the truth this time,” Reno insisted, pushing Kadaj away when the youngest tried to snuggle up to him. “Rude, haven’t you noticed?”
“Noticed what?” Rude asked, getting frustrated at the argument that nobody was explaining to him.
“They’re talking to each other in their heads,” Reno finally explained while pointing at his own head, Rude’s eyes widening at how serious the redhead sounded.
With Jenova gone, the remnants were supposed to be just like any other human. If they are still able to communicate telepathically, what else were they hiding? he thought, worry making his stomach twist.
“Are you sure, Reno?” Rude asked, turning towards Loz who looked so frightened that it left him afraid to hear what his partner had to say.
“Haven’t you noticed in the last week how they know things without telling each other? Like when Yazoo freaked out, they both knew that something was wrong with him and ran to him. I don’t know about Loz, but Kadaj went all zombie like and started yelling his brother’s name and saying no. Explain how he knew that from just the sound of something breaking in the distance?”
Rude stared, trying to get his brain to function and think up a more simple explanation through the shock that had taken over him. “Loz zoned out at the same time,” he finally murmured, his eyes coming up to meet Reno’s.
“And then, when Tseng brought Yazoo back from the forest, him and Kadaj had that weird thing were they like forgot the rest of us were even in the room and they were making out and Loz was all zombied out until he grabbed them and pulled them apart, yelling about it not being their fault and that mother made them like that and that they were born different,” Reno continued to insist, looking at Rude and not noticing Kadaj’s frightened expression as the youngest peered at him, backing slowly away across the bed.
“I thought he was just talking about the incest stuff,” Rude said, not wanting to see the pattern that was emerging. “The being born different could have just been him referring to that. When they zoned out the first time, it could have just been them guessing. We did leave Yazoo alone in Rufus’ office and the sound of breaking glass came from there,” Rude continued, trying to justify it, to himself as much as to the redhead.
“There was another time I noticed it too. That time that I went in to wake up Loz and Kadaj and they started… doing stuff…,” Reno began, blushing a little at the thought of that morning before he cleared his throat and continued. “Just before you came in, Loz was sucking on my neck and Kadaj answered him like the oldest had just asked him a question. There’s no way he could have signaled him or anything like that as his hands were as busy as his mouth. Kadaj said something like, good idea, and Loz acted like he’d spoken, when he hadn’t. I was gonna say something at the time but then you came in and… well, I got distracted.”
“Loz?” Rude asked, shuffling around to find his lover trembling with his arms wrapped around himself. “Don’t be afraid. Please, is there truth in what Reno is saying?” he asked, reaching out to take the oldest’s hand.
***.***
Yazoo’s hand stilled in Tseng’s hair just as Rufus asked him a question, his face going blank as his brother’s panicked voices filled his mind. The other two Turk’s had discovered the mind link and were insisting on an explanation, much to the distress of both Kadaj and Loz. Yazoo didn’t know what to do, his own fear rising as he realized Rufus and Tseng would be wondering why he had tuned out.
Let my mind go! Yazoo sent his brothers, frightened that everything would fall apart if Tseng and Rufus found out. If you don’t, Rufus and Tseng will know too! Tell them the truth and make them promise to keep it a secret… that’s all you can do at this point. Convince them to protect us! I’m with Rufus and Tseng… I can’t talk now!
The mind link cut off abruptly with only a burst of anger from Kadaj and Yazoo flinched, bringing a hand up to his forehead in reflex to the sudden disconnection.
“Yazoo? Are you alright?” Tseng voice asked and Yazoo opened his eyes to find the Head Turk looking up at him in concern, Rufus sitting beside him with curious expression.
“I… I’m sorry. I think I may have drunk too much,” he quickly mumbled, handing his now empty third drink over to Rufus. “My apologies.” Rufus grinned and took the glass away as Tseng moved to sit next to Yazoo on the bed, wrapping an arm around him and pulling the youth against his chest.
“Our apologies. We tend to forget your inexperience with things we take for granted,” the Wutain murmured, his free hand coming up to thread through Yazoo’s hair gently. The middle remnant had to bite his tongue to not giggle, amazed at how easy it was to manipulate Tseng. Rufus wasn’t so easily swayed and knew the alcohol didn’t effect the remnants so much, but for now didn’t comment, much to Yazoo’s relief.
A cool hand on his cheek had him turning to find Rufus crouched down in front of him with a glass of water and a smirk that disappeared before Tseng glanced over. “Here, drink this. It will help,” the blond said. Yazoo smiled back, thankful that Rufus was on his side, for now at least.
“Here, Tseng,” Rufus murmured, passing Tseng yet another drink. The President was still nursing his second drink, while the Turk was up to number five and starting to sway a little. Yazoo raised an eyebrow at the President, knowing that Rufus was up to no good, as usual. He couldn’t help but smirk as he watched the blond walk around out of sight of the Wutain, taking off his clothing as he went.
***.***
“You know how I feel about you… nothing can change that, but you need to be honest with me now. A relationship has to be built on honesty and trust, Loz,” Rude murmured, holding the oldest’s remnant’s hand in his own.
Reno turned to find Kadaj slowly climbing off the bed and he reached out, grabbing the youth’s arm. “Same goes for me, kid. I love you but ya gotta come clean with us. If there’s lies between us, everything is gonna fall apart and I don’t want to lose you, baby.”
“You love me?” Kadaj asked, big eyes peering up at the redhead as Reno swallowed, his heart missing a beat as it always did when the youngest remnant looked at him like that.
“Yeah, of course,” Reno whispered, pulling Kadaj closer. “I’ve said it before, haven’t I?”
“Only during sex and that doesn’t count,” the youth replied, cuddling up to the redhead’s chest. “I love you too, Reno.”
Reno chuckled, laying a kiss to the top of the youth’s head. “So, I’m right, aren’t I? You three have this mind link thing going on still, even though Jenova is gone.”
“Yes… but it’s all we have left. Our strength and weapons… everything else is gone,” Kadaj murmured, Reno’s arms around him giving him the strength to admit it.
“We didn’t tell you because we thought you’d reject us because we’re not normal,” the littlest remnant continued, arms holding tightly around Reno’s waist as if he expected to be pushed away.
“Baby, we know you’re not normal and it doesn’t matter to us,” Reno reassured, glancing over to find Rude watching them with a frown, Loz still next to him but his eyes down on the bedding. “Rude, it doesn’t matter, does it?” he asked his partner, eyes locking with the dark Turk. Reno tilted his head to one side, gesturing at Loz and Rude finally snapped out of his shock.
“Loz, you’re perfect for me, no matter what differences there are between us. We’ll talk about the mind link later, but it doesn’t change the way I feel,” Rude murmured, a hand moving to Loz’s chin and lifting the remnant’s face. “And we won’t tell Rufus or Tseng. I don’t have to be a mind reader to know you’re worried about that too.”
Loz face suddenly lit up in a smile and Reno grinned as he watched the other two embrace.
***.***
Tseng was feeling good, the drinks Rufus had been pushing on to him all night relaxing him as he continued to hold Yazoo. The middle remnant had his head on the Turk’s shoulder now and every breath he took tickled along Tseng’s skin as his hands began to wander, slipping up under the youth’s shirt to gentle trace patterns on his back.
Yazoo shuffled a little beside him and Tseng pulled him onto his lap before he’d really even thought about it. Looking up into tentative green eyes, the Wutain found his hands had found their own way to the youth’s backside, gently squeezing through the cotton pants that he wished he could make disappear right now.
“I want… I want more, but I know I don’t deserve it. I’ve done nothing to earn your trust or win your respect. Tell me, Yazoo… tell me what I can do to earn these things from you. To earn another chance to be with you,” Tseng muttered, the alcohol making his words slur a little as he leaned up to gently kiss soft lips that responded instantly. The remnant licked along his lips and he opened his mouth to him, letting the youth take charge of the kiss as he stayed submissive, moaning at how aggressively his mouth was taken by Yazoo.
Once Tseng began pushing his hips up into Yazoo, the younger man pulled back, grinning down at him. “You wish to win my trust, to earn another chance with me?” he murmured before looking over Tseng’s shoulder towards Rufus. “What do you think, Mr President? What would be a suitable way for Tseng to earn his redemption?”
“Oh that’s easy,” Rufus purred, moving to sit behind Tseng on his knees, his legs spread out on either side as he pressed himself completely against the Wutain.  Tseng felt the blond’s penis, hard and hot against his back and he bit his lip at the feeling, surprised as he hadn’t noticed Rufus taking off his clothes… and when exactly had he lost his own shirt… and pants?. “Although, I don’t think Tseng is man enough to do it. What do you say, Tseng? Just how far are you willing to go to win back Yazoo? To show him how much you want him?”
“I will do anything,” Tseng whispered, arching his neck to the side as Rufus began to kiss and softly bite it. “There is nothing I… w-wouldn’t do,” he continued, pulling Yazoo down for another kiss, their tongue’s twisting together as the youth fisted a hand in Tseng’s hair and pulled gently. Tseng was wriggling to try and gain some friction, his hands beginning to work the remnant’s pants down as his breath sped up.
“Will you let Yazoo fuck you?” Rufus whispered in his ear, making Tseng’s movements stop dead as his eyes widened. He’d been trying to guess what the blond was going to suggest but that hadn’t even entered his mind.
“I… I…,” Tseng stuttered, swallowing around the lump that had formed in his throat. The alcohol had dulled his mind, preventing him from working through the shock and forming a coherent reply as he argued with himself. Isn’t it fair to let Yazoohave this, to show how serious I am this time about giving myself to the remnant, in both body and mind?
Yazoo stood up as the Turk continued to stare, removing the rest of his clothes slowly in a sensual display that quickly made Tseng forget the question all together. He absently felt Rufus slipping both hands around his waist and then the sudden warmth of warm hands wrapping around his cock and stroking slowly as the President’s voice whispered in his ear, “Trust us. We will never hurt you, or give you any cause to doubt our affection. Let us both love you, Tseng.”
“Would you let me claim you, Tseng? It would prove your trust… prove to me that you consider me an equal. Are you serious enough to give me such a gift?” Yazoo purred, letting his shirt fall to the floor to leave him completely bare before the Turk. His hands began to slowly rove over his bared skin, light caresses tickling and taunting until one hand found his own cock and began to slowly stroke in time to Rufus’ movements on Tseng’s.
“I… I want to prove it to you s-so much that I am willing to…to…,” Tseng stuttered, his mind muddled as he began to thrust into the President’s hand, his eyes glued on the sensual movements of the remnant before him. “I want to touch you. Let me touch you… please, Yazoo?”
Rufus chuckled in his ear, making Tseng frown as he desperately tried to focus. “Would you like to suck his cock, Tseng? Taste it in your mouth? I know I’d like to see him fucking your pretty face,” Rufus murmured, biting one of the Wutain’s earlobes and making the older man hiss.
“Only if he wants to, Rufus,” Yazoo whispered, the youth giving the blond a stern look before glancing back towards the Turk. “Do you, Tseng? Do you desire to taste me?” Yazoo asked, slowly walking over until he stood in front of Tseng, within arms reach but still giving the Turk plenty of space.
Instead of answering, Tseng reached out and pulled Yazoo closer, leaning forward and taking the youth’s cock into his mouth without hesitation, moaning as Yazoo’s fingers threaded through his hair and held him in place.
***.***
“Fuck, yes,” Rufus muttered, kneeling upright so he could kiss Yazoo over Tseng, his cock rubbing against the Wutain’s back. “Look at him swallowing you down so eagerly, Yazoo. He’s so hungry for your cock, love. Now make him earn you… make him work to earn the right to be claimed by you.”
Rufus sat back down, grabbing the Turk’s arms and pulling them behind his back so Tseng was left bent forward with no control as Yazoo’s hands came to gently rest on each side of his face. The position should have made the Wutain panic but instead he groaned, his cock twitching in Rufus’ hand and convincing the President that his Turk was enjoying it.
“Oh, Tseng,” Yazoo moaned, pulling out slowly to push back in gently as his eyes locked on his own cock going in and out past the Wutain’s pale lips. “So many times… I’ve dreamed of this… nhhh… you suck cock so well.”
Rufus chuckled, about to comment when Tseng’s hands began fumbling around and grabbed his own cock, making him groan and rest his head on his Turk’s back but he didn’t let go of his grip on the other’s elbows. “Fuck!” he exclaimed as his cock was squeezed, firmly but not hard enough. “You’ve… always been… multi skilled,” Rufus panted, beginning to thrust into his Turk’s wicked hands.
Rufus looked up, not wanting to miss a minute of Yazoo fucking the Head Turk’s face. Both the other two had their eyes locked together, the remnant panting as his thrusts began to speed up.  “Tseng… nhhhh…. I want to fuck you, baby. I want to fuck you… oh goddess. Will you… show me your trust?” the youth mumbled, losing control of his words as Tseng kept up the suction and hummed.
“How do… how do you want him, Yaz? Tell us the position… fuck,” Rufus moaned as Tseng sped up his hands, squeezing the end of the President’s cock at every pass.
***.***
It was so wonderfully good, but Yazoo had to stop, too close to coming and wanting so very much to climax buried inside the Head Turk’s tight ass. He’d only done it that once before and then it had been with Tseng under the influence of Mother. This time was different. This time Tseng wanted it. Just the thought made the youth thrust in hard, choking the Turk and Yazoo panicked, pulling away quickly and falling on his knees with his hands still cradling Tseng’s face. “I’m so sorry, are you alright?” he asked urgently.
Tseng coughed a little before giving him a grin and nodding. “Fuck me, Yazoo… I want you to claim me as yours,” he murmured, the youth’s face lighting up in a heart wrenching smile.
Tseng’s words stopped Rufus’ movements, the President releasing his hold on the Turk’s arms and moving back to sit with his back against the head board of the bed, catching his breath. Yazoo gazed at him, so very touched that Rufus would just move away to let him have Tseng, even though it was obvious from the state of the blond how aroused he was right now. The youth didn’t want to leave Rufus out though, knowing that without him, none of this would be happening right now.
He leant in close to Tseng, kissing him gently before whispering, “Tseng, we can’t leave Rufus out of this. Without him, we’d never have worked things out and he’s been so good to me.”
Tseng smiled, cradling the youth’s face in his hands. “You sweet child. Of course we won’t leave him out. I think I have the perfect thing in mind for the President. I would like it if you prepared me while I see to his needs,” the Turk whispered back, giving Yazoo a final kiss and pressing a tube into his hands before climbing up onto the bed. The youth watched as Tseng paused, gazing at Rufus as the blond stroked his own cock with his eyes closed. The Wutain’s expression was predatory as he crawled on all fours over to Rufus, the President opening his eyes to find the Turk hovering over his cock.
“Always so impatient, Mr President,” Tseng’s voice said softly, his hands moving to spread a stunned Rufus’ thighs open and pull the blond’s hands away before his mouth took their place.
“Fuck… Tseng!” Rufus exclaimed, his hands moving to hold his legs up, as wide as he could possibly spread them. Yazoo opened the tube of lube and rubbed some over his fingers as he watched, amazed at how easily the Turk had Rufus completely under his control. He was determined to learn how to do it too, the thought of topping Rufus making his cock twitch hungrily.
Tseng moaned around the President’s cock, pushing his hips back as Yazoo’s finger entered him, bobbing his mouth over Rufus’ cock. The President already sounded close, whimpering Tseng’s name over and over until the Turk pulled back, gazing down at the panting blond who was looking at him pleadingly.
“Rufus… kiss me,” Tseng growled, hissing as Yazoo added another finger. “Later, I will make you pay for trying to get me drunk tonight,” he whispered against the blond’s mouth, biting down on Rufus’ bottom lip as he pushed a dry finger inside of the President. Yazoo raised an eyebrow, hearing the exchange and a little worried about Rufus getting into trouble, but the blond’s groan of enjoyment eased his concerns a little. It seemed Tseng’s punishment would be one that Rufus would enjoy, so he let it go for now, believing that the Turk would never really hurt the President.
Yazoo watched the two kiss for awhile, Rufus’ groaning making the youth’s cock twitch with need. He pulled his attention away, concentrating on twisting his fingers inside of the Head Turk and searching around until he found the spot that made Tseng buck back and groan. The Youth worked in another finger, watching as they squeezed into the Wutain’s tight channel, eager to be there himself. Yazoo wanted to fuck Rufus as well, but he was sure Tseng would help him with that another day, for the sake of revenge, if nothing else.
“Yazoo, don’t stop,” Tseng moaned, leaning down to start sucking Rufus again as he pushed a second finger inside the President, roughly pushing them against the blond’s prostate. Yazoo watched, looking forward to seeing Rufus lose control. Usually, when they’d had sex in the past, Yazoo was either climaxing himself or still recovering when Rufus came and he always missed it.
Rufus didn’t disappoint, his whimpering changing into mumbled begging as his hands fisted in Tseng’s hair. The head Turk simply sped up his fingers and sucked hard, the President’s orgasm hitting him hard as he arched back against the headboard and filled Tseng’s mouth with his seed.
Yazoo watched Rufus come, smiling as his own fingers kept a steady pace and his free hand stroked Tseng’s cock absently. Seeing the President look so young and vulnerable was a definite bonus for today, one he wouldn’t soon forget. When Tseng lifted his head and kissed the President hard, Yazoo could only moan, turned on by the fact the Wutain was making the blond taste his own come.
“Yazoo,” Tseng called, looking over his shoulder through half lidded eyes. “Need you to fuck me now.” Yazoo grinned at how demanding the Wutain still sounded, even while offering up his ass.
“Not like this. Will you lie on your back for me? I want to watch you face… see your expression when I enter you and when you come,” Yazoo said softly, pulling his fingers free and sitting back to watch as Tseng moved into position across the bottom of the bed, leaving Rufus to recover where he was. Once he was there, he reached out to Yazoo, pulling him down into a kiss as his hands caressed over the youth’s skin.
“I want you so much,” Tseng whispered, kissing him hungrily once more as his legs spread wide and lifted to wrap around Yazoo and rest on his ass. The remnant was a little taken back by the sudden submissiveness, but he ached to sink inside Tseng’s tightness once more so he mentally shrugged off the feeling and reached between them with one hand, grabbing his cock and lining it up at the Wutain’s entry.
“I want you too. I have for so long,” Yazoo whispered before slowly pushing inside, his eyes locked onto Tseng’s to catch every emotion that flittered through those dark eyes. Yazoo tried to hold the Wutain’s gaze for as long as possible but his own lids eventually closed, the tightness too intense. Once he was fully inside, Yazoo paused, panting heavily as he rested his forehead on Tseng’s shoulder.
“Yazoo,” Tseng murmured, making the remnant lift his head and fight his eyes open. “Forgive me… for how I acted.”
“Hush… all is forgiven,” Yazoo whispered, gently kissing Tseng’s lips as he slowly began to thrust. The Wutain moaned into his mouth, lifting his hips to meet the youth’s as he set a relaxed rhythm, wanting to draw the whole experience out as long as possible. Yazoo knew that this was a gift to him, a special situation that would not be repeated often, if at all. The Head Turk usually always topped, his dominate nature making this all the more important to Yazoo.
“Yaz… fuck… faster… harder,” Tseng groaned, his arms coming up to wrap around the remnant’s shoulders and pull him close. Yazoo moaned, his hips obeying the Turk’s command and increasing in speed and power as their lips met, bodies moving as one.
***.***
Rufus relaxed back and watched, smiling at how gorgeous his two lovers looked together. He was surprised by how right it felt, his usual possessiveness in regards to Tseng absent when it came to sharing him with Yazoo. It was a little irksome that the youth got to top Tseng when he had never had the pleasure, but in time, the blond supposed he would get the chance too. After all, Yazoo had never topped him either. Looking at that little pale behind, thrusting so forcefully, made Rufus think about it though and Tseng seemed to be enjoying it well enough… if all the sounds he was making were any indication.
The President shuffled a little on the bed, his own rear end a little tender from Tseng’s busy fingers earlier. The bastard had not only shoved them in dry but had also bitten his lip, leaving him with a split that he couldn’t seem to stop licking over with his tongue. Admittedly, it had felt good at the time and he probably deserved it for pushing the Wutain into letting Yazoo top him. At least he was getting a show he wouldn’t soon forget and he’d finally gotten the two together so the drama could end for now.
The bed started to bounce and Rufus’ grin widened as he watched Tseng arch under Yazoo, coming with a moan of the youth’s name that had Yazoo following him into bliss only a couple of thrusts later. It was a wonderful sight, the view strangely making him feel more melancholy than turned on. Finally, the family he’d always wanted was together, chosen instead of forced onto him and he couldn’t be happier, knowing that he would find more love in Tseng and Yazoo’s arms than he’d ever found from his own blood relations.
“Rufus, get your skinny ass over here,” Tseng growled, holding out a hand as he and Yazoo gazed at the President, the remnant now curled into the Turk’s other side. The blond moved to lie on the other side without a word, grinning as they all settled in to rest. Yes, this was worth everything else… maybe even the fall of Shinra, not that Rufus would ever admit that out loud. “Stop thinking and sleep, Rufus. Yazoo gets to top you in the morning so you’ll need your rest,” Tseng murmured, grinning as the President sat up in alarm.
“He’s joking, Rufus. Relax, baby,” Yazoo crooned, pulling the blond back down against Tseng’s side once more. “I already trust you, so it’s not necessary.”
Rufus thought about it and smiled, knowing that even though Yazoo got to top Tseng first, he’d been the one the Wutain had trusted with the secrets of his past. He’d also been the first to top Yazoo, so, with his ego satisfied for now, the President finally relaxed and lay back down. “Thank you for your trust, little one,” he murmured reaching across Tseng’s chest to caress the youth’s hair, sighing at the memory of Sephiroth that always seemed to crop up to haunt him when he touched those silver locks.
“Little one,” Tseng repeated, voice laced with something that made Rufus glance up towards him with a concerned look as he suddenly remembered where he’d heard the pet name before. He opened his mouth to apologize when the Wutain met his gaze, smiling back at him and bringing a finger up to his lips to stop his words. “It’s okay… it matches Yazoo perfectly,” he said softly, Rufus smiling at the Turk’s easy acceptance of the nickname that had once been his brother’s special name for him. Rufus could only nuzzle into his neck, still whispering a quiet sorry before settling, Tseng’s hand on his back rubbing circles that slowly lulled him to sleep.
The End…
- 13
- 14
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Measure of a Man