Reno Is God (Chapter 7)
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jaded_grinThis was an amusing little piece of fun that I couldn't resist writing.
Title: Reno Is God
Rating: M (Now it's just full on sex)
Description: Freshly returned from the lifestream, Kadaj enjoys a sucker compliments of Tifa and informs Cloud that he has found God
Disclaimer: I don't own shite, if you want to sue me, sue for my SIMS games--they're the only things I have that are worth anything
This was meant to be amusing, take it as such!
A/N: I tried to make Reno more like I remember him (Friggin' long time ago) from the game: shady, lazy, and just a little scary but still strangely attractive. I hope it works! Enjoy!
Kadaj woke to the most dreaded sound he could fathom. It was a sound that inspired terror and misery in his carefree little heart.
It was the unspeakable snick of scissors!
He didn’t have time to react—Reno’s warm, strong hand was suddenly cupping his head and his low voice said with no little amusement, “Don’t you fucking dare, baby.”
Kadaj opened his eyes to see Yazoo standing next to the bed, his pale face tight with something the boy couldn’t read, his big jade eyes sparkling.
Yazoo dropped the scissors and dashed for the bathroom.
“Fuck,” Reno sighed, and tossed off the covers to get out of the bed. He pulled on his discarded pajama pants and went to the door, snarling when he found it locked. He started to pound on it, shouting, “Yazoo! Open this goddamned door, now!”
Upset by his near miss, Reno’s shouting, and Yazoo’s obvious distress, Kadaj tucked his bare knees up to his chest, wrapped his arms around them tightly, and started to cry.
“You will not lock me out of any room in my own fucking house!” Reno shouted, and stalked around to the bathroom entrance off of the glassed-in balcony where the hot tub was. Kadaj flinched when there was more banging and swearing, his sobs redoubling when Reno snarled, “I will break this fucking door down!”
As soon as the crashing thuds started, the bedroom door to the bathroom was swiftly opened and Yazoo came out, eyes wild. He ran to the dresser and started to rifle through drawers, almost frantic, while Reno clearly did as he’d promised and beat the bathroom door in from the opposite end of the bathroom.
“Yazoo,” Kadaj whimpered, shaking and crying. He felt awful. What he’d seen in Yazoo’s jade eyes was betrayed trust, and the full import of what he’d done hadn’t hit home until he’d seen himself reflected in Yazoo’s hurt, disappointed eyes. Kadaj felt ashamed of himself, a selfish, cruel child who’d taken the one thing Yazoo had kept for his own. “Yazoo…”
His brother ignored him, throwing up his hands in frustration and moving to toss open the doors of the armoire, still looking with that edge of panic for something that eluded him.
“Yazoo!” Kadaj reached out when he neared but drew back with a heartbroken sob when his brother gently pushed his hand away, whispering, “Don’t, Kadaj. Save your touches for my lover.”
His resulting hysterical wails covered Reno’s return. The man slammed the bedroom door and leaned against it, watching Yazoo freeze like a deer in headlights, his tense back to Reno.
“What are you doing, yo?” he asked of Yazoo, and then, “Kadaj—knock that shit off!”
Kadaj dissolved into unhappy but silent tears, hugging himself for comfort.
“I’m looking for my pass,” Yazoo said, his voice neutral but his slender body vibrating anxiety as he returned to his search.
“What for?” Reno asked, and crossed his arms over his chest.
“So I can get into Wutai,” Yazoo told him.
Reno glared at him, his voice hard when he asked, “You’re just gonna leave, yo?”
Yazoo didn’t look at Reno, he looked at Kadaj. His big jade eyes filled with tears and he turned away, burying his face in his hands and shaking with soft, almost inaudible sobs.
It made Kadaj cry harder, and Reno rolled his eyes, growling, “Great, two sensitive women in the house. Fucking fantastic.”
He went to Yazoo and embraced him from behind, murmuring softly to him, his rage at the locked door forgotten as he crooned to his distraught lover.
Kadaj didn’t hear what he said, he was too busy hiccoughing and hitching with sobs, his belly tight with stress and his slender shoulders shaking. All he really registered was the low, purring croon of Reno’s voice and Yazoo’s miserable weeping.
“But why Kadaj?” Yazoo wailed, breaking his silence at last. “Reno, you knew how I felt about it! You know how he’s always gotten everything, anything he wanted—even when it meant taking it from Loz or me! How could you?”
Reno had gone back to the bed, sitting on the edge of it away from Kadaj. At Yazoo’s distressed complaint, he pulled the man’s slim body to straddle his lap, cupping the back of Yazoo’s head when he dropped it to Reno’s shoulder and cried some more.
“Sh, it’s alright, baby, you know I love you,” he soothed, rubbing Yazoo’s back. “Nobody else matters like you, baby—this is no different than any other time I’ve messed around.”
“It is different!” Yazoo cried. “You let him win! The one thing I had that he didn’t…”
“Hey, now, you still got me, yo,” Reno assured him. “Kadaj didn’t win anything, Yazoo—you’re my baby, you’ll always be my baby. Little Helium Head over there will grow up and move on but you and I will always be together.”
This didn’t soothe Yazoo quite as much as he seemed to think it should. The slim, pale, beautiful man kept sobbing, yet he clung to Reno’s shoulders with strong little hands as if desperate to keep him.
“You knew what you got when you got me, baby,” Reno sighed. “I never tried to hide what I am and I don’t change for anybody, yo—you love me because of who I am and I return the favor. I’m a tramp, you’re a psycho’s remnant—we make it work, right?”
Yazoo nodded a little, snuffling. In a small, weak voice he asked, “Why Kadaj?”
“’Cause he needs it,” Reno told him, and that had to suffice as an explanation because he offered no other. He kissed Yazoo again, deep and sweet, and snuggled him for awhile before easing the slim man off of his lap. He leaned over and snagged Kadaj’s arm, hauling him close.
Kadaj had about cried himself out, but his tears started again when Reno pulled him close to Yazoo and his brother looked away as if the sight of him made him ill.
“Yazoo,” he whimpered, and ducked his head against Reno’s chest, sick at heart over what he’d done. He hadn’t given a single thought to Yazoo or what his brother might feel while he was worshipping Reno, and now he felt even worse to realize it.
“Baby, look at him,” Reno said, coaxingly. “C’mon, he’s just a little guy, don’t be mad at him—it ain’t like he knew better, yo.”
“I really don’t think it matters,” Yazoo told him, his voice soft.
“You’re breaking his heart, yo, just look at him!”
Reno lifted Kadaj’s head and mouthed, ‘Big Eyes.’
Kadaj snuffled and hitched with sobs, summoning the biggest Big Eyes he could manage.
Yazoo glanced at him, then looked and seemed to soften. Cocking his head, he reached out and touched Kadaj’s cheek, sighing, “You always win, don’t you? How long before he makes me go, Kadaj? How long before you make him push me away?”
“I wouldn’t do that,” Kadaj said, his voice wavering, his fingers clutching Reno’s forearms, his lower lip trembling.
“He can’t do that,” Reno said, slipping his arm around Yazoo’s waist so that they were sitting side by side, Kadaj in Reno’s lap and partially in Yazoo’s. “Nobody makes me do anything, yo—and that includes a fucking brat with a vanity problem.”
“And if I don’t like it, I can just get out, right?” Yazoo asked, his smile humorless and harsh. He turned his head away again, his long hair sweeping over his shoulder.
“Well, you could just get out,” Reno told him, sounding skeptical, and added with a grin, “But I’d just come after you, yo—you and me, baby, till the end.”
“It always comes down to me sharing you,” Yazoo said, struggling to express himself. His curt tone made Kadaj shrink against Reno, already so emotionally worn out that he wanted to sleep six days solid.
“Yeah, I know,” Reno said, absently rubbing Kadaj’s back, but he didn’t sound too concerned about it.
“But you refuse to share me,” Yazoo added, and pinned him with his angry jade eyes.
“That’s the way of it, yup,” Reno agreed, nodding. “That’s life, baby—don’t like it, you can kiss it, but you gotta know that none of them mean shit to me. You’re my baby, you’re special. That’s why you live here with me, right?”
Yazoo nodded a little, still not convinced that everything would be alright.
“C’mere,” Reno sighed, put out about the whole drama and glancing around for his smokes. He pulled his arm tighter around Yazoo’s waist and dumped Kadaj across both of their laps. “Make up, I don’t like resentment, yo.”
Kadaj couldn’t quite shut off the Big Eyes. He tried not to let his weight come down on Yazoo’s slender thighs, tried to touch his brother as little as possible since Yazoo was still so upset with him. But Reno gave him a not-so-gentle shove and smacked his forehead into Yazoo’s chest, both of them wincing.
“Now,” he ordered, and if there was anything that they knew from living with Reno, it was that he always expected them to do what he told them. Pronto.
“I’m sorry, Yazoo,” Kadaj whispered, and gingerly looped his arms around Yazoo’s neck.
His brother looked away, murmuring, “You’re never sorry, Kadaj, so long as you get what you want…” But he settled his hands on Kadaj’s bare hips, token acquiescence to Reno’s impatient demand.
“Hey, he got what I wanted,” Reno corrected, and stood up. “Both of you are staying, work it out.”
Yazoo watched him dress, his big jade eyes puzzled and hurt.
“Are you going away?” Kadaj asked, worried. All of it worried him, from the shouting to the crying. He didn’t know why Yazoo didn’t ask what he so obviously wanted to, but he understood a little better when Reno frowned at him and said, “None of your business.”
Kadaj blinked back more tears, bewildered by his abrupt shift from tender to indifferent…but then, for as gentle as he’d been when showing Kadaj how to worship, Reno hadn’t exactly been caught up in it. He was absently loving and enjoyable company, but Kadaj wondered if he really knew Reno at all, or just knew the surface the man offered.
Softening, Reno shook his head a little and said, “I’m just going for some smokes, Princess. I suggest you two fucking fix yourselves while I’m gone.”
The bedroom door slammed again, and a few moments later they heard the apartment door close.
Feeling awkward and vulnerable sitting nude in Yazoo’s lap, Kadaj lowered his head to stare at the base of Yazoo’s throat, his small hands resting lightly on his brother’s strong but delicate shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured again, ashamed of himself.
“Stop saying that, you aren’t,” Yazoo told him.
“I am!” Kadaj cried, lifting his head. “I didn’t know what he’d do to me, Yazoo! I thought you were hiding something from me to be mean! I didn’t understand that…that…well, it’s something you do with love, isn’t it? Worshipping?”
“Worshipping?” Yazoo echoed, confused. “Is that what he told you it was?”
“No,” Kadaj said, the venom in Yazoo’s voice making him hesitant. “I just thought since you always screamed…you know, maybe Reno is…well, I call it worshipping!”
Yazoo still refused to look at him.
“When you said he’d start ignoring you, you meant he’d stop loving you, right?” Kadaj asked, Yazoo’s flinch answer enough. “I didn’t know that, Yazoo—I didn’t know it had anything to do with love…”
“Only when it suits him,” Yazoo said, and his rapidly blinking lids held back a sheen of tears.
Kadaj wanted to comfort him, but he didn’t know how, and the terrible thing was that he had done this to Yazoo.
“And now he has you,” Yazoo said, finally looking at him. “And if he has you here living with him, then he won’t need me anymore, will he? And I’ll be all alone again…and you, you’ll win again and be happy as always…”
The shimmering sheen in his jade eyes spilled over and he ducked his head, his tears rousing Kadaj to cry, too. He hugged Yazoo tight, fingers tangling in the man’s long, silvery hair, holding him while he wept.
“You won’t ever be alone, Yazoo!” he sobbed, his strong little arms squeezing. “I don’t want to win this time! I don’t want to take anything from you!”
“Oh, Kadaj,” Yazoo sighed, standing up and easing the boy out of his arms. “You already have.”
He turned and settled Kadaj back down on the bed before glancing around the room with a peculiar kind of sadness on his face.
“Yazoo,” Kadaj said, apprehensive. “What are you doing?”
“I’m leaving,” Yazoo said, and turned away from Kadaj to check in the desk drawer. “Here it is, right where I left it. I forgot, it’s been so long since we came here.”
“Please don’t go!” Kadaj said, scared for his brother and scared for himself.
“Don’t worry, he won’t blame you,” Yazoo sighed, guessing that Kadaj’s worry was purely for his own pretty white hide and not at all for the brother whose life he’d wrecked. He tucked the pass into his pocket and gathered his hair into a knot at the base of his neck. “You’ll come out smelling like a rose, Kadaj—you always do.”
“I don’t want to smell like roses!” Kadaj wailed, as upset by that idea as he was by the idea of Yazoo leaving…of him driving his own brother away from someone he loved so dearly.
“Goodbye, Kadaj…” Yazoo said, so sad but so determined. There was no malice in him when he added, “Be good to him, do as he says—he’ll like you better that way.”
He turned and strode gracefully out of the bedroom.
Clad only in the hastily wrapped sheet, Kadaj chased after him, but his brother was already gone.
He sat down in the open doorway and howled, “Yazoo!”
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Date: 2008-10-03 07:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-06 03:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-03 08:05 pm (UTC)Poor Yazoo. Reno just pushes them together and expects it to be alright when he gets back.
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Date: 2008-10-03 08:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-03 11:51 pm (UTC)I'm not sure that makes sense, but I know what I mean. ^.^
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Date: 2008-10-03 11:00 pm (UTC)Poor Yazoo!!!
I bet Reno's gonna be angry when he finds out
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Date: 2008-10-04 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-04 11:31 pm (UTC)But even though he's being a prick, why can't I seem to really hate Reno after all? He's just so... RENO... *sigh* Nope, I guess he can get away with probably everything in my head. Luuuvs him no matter what.
Excellent fic! Can't wait for the next chapter!
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Date: 2008-10-05 02:01 pm (UTC)