Reno Is God (11)
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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!
Individuality was a fairly new concept to Kadaj. When he and his ‘brothers’ had first come into being, they were all “I.” There was no ‘we’ because they were one person who happened to be in three different bodies with varying degrees of personality and traits from their original. For instance, when someone irritated Yazoo, Kadaj was as likely as Loz to say, “Stop bothering me,” instead of Yazoo saying so. They had no means to differentiate between themselves until the discovery of names, which brought with it individuality. Suddenly, “I” ceased to mean all three and “you” became the norm. Instinctually behaving as one being evolved into being three separate people who didn’t share the same feelings and fears, and with it came a measure of discovery and independence along with the inevitable sibling rivalry.
So when Reno told him that touching Yazoo was like touching himself, it wasn’t really a hard concept for either Kadaj or Yazoo to understand.
It had started innocently enough, which was rather usual where Kadaj was concerned. After the dishwashing episode that wound up degenerating into a battle of epic proportions involving himself, Yazoo, and the squirter-thingy on the sink, Reno sorted them out (Yazoo got a scolding, Kadaj got a whack on the bottom) and sent them to change their sodden clothes for dry ones.
In the meantime, Loz took off to meet one of his girlfriends and left without saying goodbye to either of them, which hurt Kadaj’s feelings. When he thought it might gain him a little extra attention, he started in with crocodile tears, but Reno didn’t seem to notice and before long Kadaj had forgotten why he was crying, so he stopped. The man was restless and tense and kept wincing, something Kadaj was aware of but didn’t particularly care about.
Yazoo, however, softly inquired if Reno would like a backrub, and the man immediately agreed.
“I want to help!” Kadaj wailed, feeling left out and afraid that they would abandon him in the living room. Just because he’d gotten to sleep in their bed with them last night didn’t mean he was allowed to do so again.
“Alright, Princess,” Reno said, holding out his hand for Kadaj to grab, his other already in Yazoo’s grasp. “You can watch and see how it’s done.”
Yazoo looked less than pleased, and his irritation only increased when Kadaj stuck his tongue out at him, but Reno put an arm around both of them and said, “We’re gonna fix this shit, yo.”
Kadaj had no idea what he was talking about, but Yazoo looked both scared and somehow relieved...which gave Kadaj the thought that maybe fixing “this shit” really meant he was going to have to mind Yazoo. Not a pleasant thought.
Yazoo led them into the bedroom and Kadaj fluttered around the foot of the bed while Reno stripped off his shirt. Kadaj enjoyed the pretty sight he presented with his lean belly flashing and the healthy stripes of his ribs showing under his white skin as he moved. Surprisingly, he had no other tattoos outside of those slashes on his face, and Kadaj was secretly rather glad about that since Reno’s milky white skin was too pretty to mar with ugly marks. The few scars he had did nothing to detract from his beauty, merely told the story of a life lived with a little less caution than most.
Dork,” Reno called him, catching Kadaj’s fascinated grin. He stretched out on his belly with a sigh, his lean frame laying the length of the large bed.
“Sit,” Yazoo murmured to Kadaj, indicating a spot on the bed next to Reno’s side. He himself hiked up his loose pants and straddled Reno’s hips, working his fingers with careful concentration before smoothing his hands down Reno’s slim, muscled back.
Reno propped his cheek on his folded arms and turned his head towards Kadaj, saying, “You’re going to school Friday.”
Kadaj pouted and worked up a good case of the Big Eyes, trying to buy some time while he gathered his arguments against going to school.
“Don’t start,” Reno warned. “You need to be around kids your own age, yo. And you need to learn how other kids behave—I understand that you’re a bit of a blond, Kadaj, but you need to learn a few things.”
Kadaj frowned at him while Yazoo methodically worked his strong fingers over Reno’s tight back.
“Reno, I don’t…” he hesitated when the man’s blue eyes narrowed. “I don’t think I’ll like kids my age.”
“Don’t know till you try, baby,” Reno said, giving a soft moan of appreciation when Yazoo dispersed a particularly painful knot. “You’ll go Friday, figure out the layout, get used to things, and start for real on Monday. Got it, yo?”
Stripped of any means to protest, Kadaj could only nod, unhappy.
“And you both are coming to work with me tomorrow,” he added.
Yazoo’s slight pause was his only reaction. Kadaj’s was a bit more open.
He bounced a little where he sat and squealed softly in excitement, though he wasn’t sure why the prospect of going to work was so exciting. Still, it was a chance to get out of the apartment and it wasn’t going to school, so it must be a good thing.
“Stop bouncing,” Reno complained. “Pay attention to your brother, you need to know this shit.”
Kadaj quieted and focused on Yazoo’s working fingers, quickly zoning out to think about Loz and the possibility of going sailing and how he’d have his new bike before he had to go to stupid school…
“Baby, you mind if they run some tests on you?” Reno asked, addressing Yazoo. “The doc thinks he might be able to figure out your ages. I think it’s a good idea, especially for the Helium Head.”
Yazoo kept massaging, murmuring, “Whatever you think is best, Reno.”
“There’s my baby,” Reno sighed, pleased as always by Yazoo’s deferential and submissive attitude.
Irked, Kadaj asked, “What about me? What if I don’t want to know?”
Reno cocked a lazy eye at him and smirked at his angry little face, saying, “Daddy knows what’s best for his babies.”
Kadaj looked to Yazoo for backup, but the man only nodded in agreement with Reno before pointing to the red mark on his throat and giving Kadaj a soft scowl. No help there.
“As for you two always bitching at one another, we’re gonna fix that in a minute,” Reno announced, eliciting another brief, startled pause from Yazoo. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll be okay.”
Yazoo resumed his lingering backrub, the expression on his face denoting sheer enjoyment from just touching his lover. Yazoo was a giver, something Kadaj had preyed upon mercilessly in the Bad Days. Now Yazoo had transferred his need to please to Reno, who seemed to appreciate it with more sincerity than Kadaj ever had.
“Alright,” Reno said, calling it done and shifting under Yazoo’s light weight. “Grab my smokes, Kadaj.”
The boy scanned the room and dashed to the dresser for one of the many packs Reno left scattered all over the apartment. With a leap of genius, he grabbed the ashtray as well and skittered back to the bed, immediately scowling to see Reno sitting against the headboard with Yazoo cuddled in his lap, kissing.
“Here,” he snapped, throwing the pack onto the bed and slamming the ashtray down on the nightstand before turning his back on them with arms crossed, mad at the ploy that had gotten him out of the way.
He heard the pack crinkle, heard the snick of the lighter, and then Reno said, “Get over here, you sassy little shit. Fuck, you’re more prickly than a damned cactus, yo.”
Kadaj tapped his foot but didn’t comply since the request was given with an insult attached.
“Kadaj,” Reno said, a vague but serious thread of warning in his throaty voice. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
Flouncing around in a temper, Kadaj plopped down on the mattress, holding himself stiff until Reno reached forward with one strong hand and snagged him by the bicep, yanking him back to where the pair were cuddling. Kadaj put up token resistance, but there really was no resisting Reno when he had his mind set on something, and the boy lacked the muscular strength of the grown man’s rangy, wiry body.
“You know what?” he asked, the cigarette clamped in the corner of his mouth, one arm around Kadaj’s waist and the other stroking the soft curve of Yazoo’s back. “I think Yazoo doesn’t get appreciated enough around here. What do you think, Kadaj?”
Yazoo was blushing softly, his eyes lowered and his hand tracing lazy, absent circles on Reno’s hard belly around the slight dimple of his belly button.
Kadaj wriggled closer to Reno and frowned at his brother, saying, “I don’t know. What does he need to be appreciated for?”
“Well, he cleans, he does the laundry, he shops for food,” Reno listed off, all the while his blue eyes on his slender, diffident lover. “He makes meals and entertains visitors and still manages to anticipate what we want before we have to ask for it. When was the last time you said thank you to him, Kadaj?”
Kadaj’s brows drew together as he thought about it.
“I don’t think I say thank you for that stuff, Reno,” he said. “It’s just what Yazoo does.”
“Well, we’re going to thank him right now, Princess,” Reno said, and stilled Yazoo’s soft, embarrassed protests. “No, baby—you do a lot around here and you need to get a little back.”
Kadaj watched in mild irritation as Reno gave Yazoo a soft kiss and nuzzled him, murmuring something in his delicate ear that made Yazoo’s eyes open wide in shock. Reno soothed him, murmuring something else that made him relax and nod a little, saying with soft grace, “If that's what you want, Reno.”
Reno smiled at him and turned his attention to Kadaj, saying, “Hey, baby, what do you think? Isn’t Yazoo the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen?”
“No!” Kadaj said, miffed. “I don’t think that at all!”
“Hey,” Reno purred, leaning close. “Don’t tell lies to God, Kadaj. You like worshipping, yeah?”
Kadaj nodded, suddenly a little more interested in what Reno was doing now that that was involved.
“Well, I love my baby, and I think he needs a little worshipping, too,” Reno said.
Kadaj looked at Yazoo again, trying to figure out exactly how that would work. Reno was right, Yazoo was awfully pretty, though Kadaj hated to admit it. He was beautiful in a way that was different from Kadaj, more mature and less attention-catching but no less perfect. With his jade eyes so sweetly downcast and a soft, nervous smile on his full mouth, he looked gorgeous and Kadaj started to glower.
“Easy,” Reno warned, seeing his whole expression shift. “I want you to think of Yazoo like you think of me, Kadaj. Not like a brother, not like a rival, yo—but like someone you want to be close to, same as you want to be close to me. Got it?”
Kadaj fretted a little, trying to push his jealousy aside. He’d been at odds with Yazoo for so long that it was hard to think of him in terms of someone he wanted to do that with.
“Just think of it like touching yourself,” Reno told him, laughing a little because he found it funny. “After all, you two are like the same person…”
For Kadaj it was a light in the attic—he remembered when they’d first burst into being, how he’d been so connected to his brothers that eating, sleeping, and speaking was all a synchronized whole. It had felt like being in three places at once, their bodies and nerves merely an extension of his own. It was a long time ago, and they’d gone through a lot since then—including dying and returning—but the concept itself flipped a switch in Kadaj’s head and he took another look at Yazoo as just an extension of himself.
And besides, if there was one thing on this planet that Kadaj loved more than anything else, it was Kadaj.
“You really are pretty, Yazoo,” Kadaj said, blushing with sudden shyness where his big brother was concerned, because with admission came the option for being rejected, and Kadaj did not do rejection.
“There, see?” Reno said, sounding pleased. “Don’t be cold to him, baby, the little guy’s trying.”
Yazoo didn’t seem as accepting of Kadaj’s motives as Reno did. He gave the man a concerned look, apprehensive and nervous.
Kadaj curled against Reno, hiding his face against the man’s smooth chest.
“Sh, don’t worry, baby,” the man said to Yazoo, his tone coaxing and gentle. “I want you two to be close, understand? The three of us, one happy little family—and that means the two of you loving each other as much as you love me.”
Yazoo’s anxious jade eyes held Reno’s blue one for a long, weighty moment, and then he turned to Kadaj with a soft smile and breathed, “Whatever you think is best, Reno.”
When Reno pulled Kadaj partially onto his lap with Yazoo, the boy went willingly, and smiled when Yazoo embraced him.
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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!
Individuality was a fairly new concept to Kadaj. When he and his ‘brothers’ had first come into being, they were all “I.” There was no ‘we’ because they were one person who happened to be in three different bodies with varying degrees of personality and traits from their original. For instance, when someone irritated Yazoo, Kadaj was as likely as Loz to say, “Stop bothering me,” instead of Yazoo saying so. They had no means to differentiate between themselves until the discovery of names, which brought with it individuality. Suddenly, “I” ceased to mean all three and “you” became the norm. Instinctually behaving as one being evolved into being three separate people who didn’t share the same feelings and fears, and with it came a measure of discovery and independence along with the inevitable sibling rivalry.
So when Reno told him that touching Yazoo was like touching himself, it wasn’t really a hard concept for either Kadaj or Yazoo to understand.
It had started innocently enough, which was rather usual where Kadaj was concerned. After the dishwashing episode that wound up degenerating into a battle of epic proportions involving himself, Yazoo, and the squirter-thingy on the sink, Reno sorted them out (Yazoo got a scolding, Kadaj got a whack on the bottom) and sent them to change their sodden clothes for dry ones.
In the meantime, Loz took off to meet one of his girlfriends and left without saying goodbye to either of them, which hurt Kadaj’s feelings. When he thought it might gain him a little extra attention, he started in with crocodile tears, but Reno didn’t seem to notice and before long Kadaj had forgotten why he was crying, so he stopped. The man was restless and tense and kept wincing, something Kadaj was aware of but didn’t particularly care about.
Yazoo, however, softly inquired if Reno would like a backrub, and the man immediately agreed.
“I want to help!” Kadaj wailed, feeling left out and afraid that they would abandon him in the living room. Just because he’d gotten to sleep in their bed with them last night didn’t mean he was allowed to do so again.
“Alright, Princess,” Reno said, holding out his hand for Kadaj to grab, his other already in Yazoo’s grasp. “You can watch and see how it’s done.”
Yazoo looked less than pleased, and his irritation only increased when Kadaj stuck his tongue out at him, but Reno put an arm around both of them and said, “We’re gonna fix this shit, yo.”
Kadaj had no idea what he was talking about, but Yazoo looked both scared and somehow relieved...which gave Kadaj the thought that maybe fixing “this shit” really meant he was going to have to mind Yazoo. Not a pleasant thought.
Yazoo led them into the bedroom and Kadaj fluttered around the foot of the bed while Reno stripped off his shirt. Kadaj enjoyed the pretty sight he presented with his lean belly flashing and the healthy stripes of his ribs showing under his white skin as he moved. Surprisingly, he had no other tattoos outside of those slashes on his face, and Kadaj was secretly rather glad about that since Reno’s milky white skin was too pretty to mar with ugly marks. The few scars he had did nothing to detract from his beauty, merely told the story of a life lived with a little less caution than most.
Dork,” Reno called him, catching Kadaj’s fascinated grin. He stretched out on his belly with a sigh, his lean frame laying the length of the large bed.
“Sit,” Yazoo murmured to Kadaj, indicating a spot on the bed next to Reno’s side. He himself hiked up his loose pants and straddled Reno’s hips, working his fingers with careful concentration before smoothing his hands down Reno’s slim, muscled back.
Reno propped his cheek on his folded arms and turned his head towards Kadaj, saying, “You’re going to school Friday.”
Kadaj pouted and worked up a good case of the Big Eyes, trying to buy some time while he gathered his arguments against going to school.
“Don’t start,” Reno warned. “You need to be around kids your own age, yo. And you need to learn how other kids behave—I understand that you’re a bit of a blond, Kadaj, but you need to learn a few things.”
Kadaj frowned at him while Yazoo methodically worked his strong fingers over Reno’s tight back.
“Reno, I don’t…” he hesitated when the man’s blue eyes narrowed. “I don’t think I’ll like kids my age.”
“Don’t know till you try, baby,” Reno said, giving a soft moan of appreciation when Yazoo dispersed a particularly painful knot. “You’ll go Friday, figure out the layout, get used to things, and start for real on Monday. Got it, yo?”
Stripped of any means to protest, Kadaj could only nod, unhappy.
“And you both are coming to work with me tomorrow,” he added.
Yazoo’s slight pause was his only reaction. Kadaj’s was a bit more open.
He bounced a little where he sat and squealed softly in excitement, though he wasn’t sure why the prospect of going to work was so exciting. Still, it was a chance to get out of the apartment and it wasn’t going to school, so it must be a good thing.
“Stop bouncing,” Reno complained. “Pay attention to your brother, you need to know this shit.”
Kadaj quieted and focused on Yazoo’s working fingers, quickly zoning out to think about Loz and the possibility of going sailing and how he’d have his new bike before he had to go to stupid school…
“Baby, you mind if they run some tests on you?” Reno asked, addressing Yazoo. “The doc thinks he might be able to figure out your ages. I think it’s a good idea, especially for the Helium Head.”
Yazoo kept massaging, murmuring, “Whatever you think is best, Reno.”
“There’s my baby,” Reno sighed, pleased as always by Yazoo’s deferential and submissive attitude.
Irked, Kadaj asked, “What about me? What if I don’t want to know?”
Reno cocked a lazy eye at him and smirked at his angry little face, saying, “Daddy knows what’s best for his babies.”
Kadaj looked to Yazoo for backup, but the man only nodded in agreement with Reno before pointing to the red mark on his throat and giving Kadaj a soft scowl. No help there.
“As for you two always bitching at one another, we’re gonna fix that in a minute,” Reno announced, eliciting another brief, startled pause from Yazoo. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll be okay.”
Yazoo resumed his lingering backrub, the expression on his face denoting sheer enjoyment from just touching his lover. Yazoo was a giver, something Kadaj had preyed upon mercilessly in the Bad Days. Now Yazoo had transferred his need to please to Reno, who seemed to appreciate it with more sincerity than Kadaj ever had.
“Alright,” Reno said, calling it done and shifting under Yazoo’s light weight. “Grab my smokes, Kadaj.”
The boy scanned the room and dashed to the dresser for one of the many packs Reno left scattered all over the apartment. With a leap of genius, he grabbed the ashtray as well and skittered back to the bed, immediately scowling to see Reno sitting against the headboard with Yazoo cuddled in his lap, kissing.
“Here,” he snapped, throwing the pack onto the bed and slamming the ashtray down on the nightstand before turning his back on them with arms crossed, mad at the ploy that had gotten him out of the way.
He heard the pack crinkle, heard the snick of the lighter, and then Reno said, “Get over here, you sassy little shit. Fuck, you’re more prickly than a damned cactus, yo.”
Kadaj tapped his foot but didn’t comply since the request was given with an insult attached.
“Kadaj,” Reno said, a vague but serious thread of warning in his throaty voice. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
Flouncing around in a temper, Kadaj plopped down on the mattress, holding himself stiff until Reno reached forward with one strong hand and snagged him by the bicep, yanking him back to where the pair were cuddling. Kadaj put up token resistance, but there really was no resisting Reno when he had his mind set on something, and the boy lacked the muscular strength of the grown man’s rangy, wiry body.
“You know what?” he asked, the cigarette clamped in the corner of his mouth, one arm around Kadaj’s waist and the other stroking the soft curve of Yazoo’s back. “I think Yazoo doesn’t get appreciated enough around here. What do you think, Kadaj?”
Yazoo was blushing softly, his eyes lowered and his hand tracing lazy, absent circles on Reno’s hard belly around the slight dimple of his belly button.
Kadaj wriggled closer to Reno and frowned at his brother, saying, “I don’t know. What does he need to be appreciated for?”
“Well, he cleans, he does the laundry, he shops for food,” Reno listed off, all the while his blue eyes on his slender, diffident lover. “He makes meals and entertains visitors and still manages to anticipate what we want before we have to ask for it. When was the last time you said thank you to him, Kadaj?”
Kadaj’s brows drew together as he thought about it.
“I don’t think I say thank you for that stuff, Reno,” he said. “It’s just what Yazoo does.”
“Well, we’re going to thank him right now, Princess,” Reno said, and stilled Yazoo’s soft, embarrassed protests. “No, baby—you do a lot around here and you need to get a little back.”
Kadaj watched in mild irritation as Reno gave Yazoo a soft kiss and nuzzled him, murmuring something in his delicate ear that made Yazoo’s eyes open wide in shock. Reno soothed him, murmuring something else that made him relax and nod a little, saying with soft grace, “If that's what you want, Reno.”
Reno smiled at him and turned his attention to Kadaj, saying, “Hey, baby, what do you think? Isn’t Yazoo the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen?”
“No!” Kadaj said, miffed. “I don’t think that at all!”
“Hey,” Reno purred, leaning close. “Don’t tell lies to God, Kadaj. You like worshipping, yeah?”
Kadaj nodded, suddenly a little more interested in what Reno was doing now that that was involved.
“Well, I love my baby, and I think he needs a little worshipping, too,” Reno said.
Kadaj looked at Yazoo again, trying to figure out exactly how that would work. Reno was right, Yazoo was awfully pretty, though Kadaj hated to admit it. He was beautiful in a way that was different from Kadaj, more mature and less attention-catching but no less perfect. With his jade eyes so sweetly downcast and a soft, nervous smile on his full mouth, he looked gorgeous and Kadaj started to glower.
“Easy,” Reno warned, seeing his whole expression shift. “I want you to think of Yazoo like you think of me, Kadaj. Not like a brother, not like a rival, yo—but like someone you want to be close to, same as you want to be close to me. Got it?”
Kadaj fretted a little, trying to push his jealousy aside. He’d been at odds with Yazoo for so long that it was hard to think of him in terms of someone he wanted to do that with.
“Just think of it like touching yourself,” Reno told him, laughing a little because he found it funny. “After all, you two are like the same person…”
For Kadaj it was a light in the attic—he remembered when they’d first burst into being, how he’d been so connected to his brothers that eating, sleeping, and speaking was all a synchronized whole. It had felt like being in three places at once, their bodies and nerves merely an extension of his own. It was a long time ago, and they’d gone through a lot since then—including dying and returning—but the concept itself flipped a switch in Kadaj’s head and he took another look at Yazoo as just an extension of himself.
And besides, if there was one thing on this planet that Kadaj loved more than anything else, it was Kadaj.
“You really are pretty, Yazoo,” Kadaj said, blushing with sudden shyness where his big brother was concerned, because with admission came the option for being rejected, and Kadaj did not do rejection.
“There, see?” Reno said, sounding pleased. “Don’t be cold to him, baby, the little guy’s trying.”
Yazoo didn’t seem as accepting of Kadaj’s motives as Reno did. He gave the man a concerned look, apprehensive and nervous.
Kadaj curled against Reno, hiding his face against the man’s smooth chest.
“Sh, don’t worry, baby,” the man said to Yazoo, his tone coaxing and gentle. “I want you two to be close, understand? The three of us, one happy little family—and that means the two of you loving each other as much as you love me.”
Yazoo’s anxious jade eyes held Reno’s blue one for a long, weighty moment, and then he turned to Kadaj with a soft smile and breathed, “Whatever you think is best, Reno.”
When Reno pulled Kadaj partially onto his lap with Yazoo, the boy went willingly, and smiled when Yazoo embraced him.
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Date: 2008-10-24 12:37 pm (UTC)Yeah that's about how I read him too.
BTW: did you remember to post the link on ffvii_yaoi? I didn't see it there.
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Date: 2008-10-24 12:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-24 04:19 pm (UTC)Can't wait to see the next chapter ;)
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Date: 2008-10-24 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-25 05:31 am (UTC)http://naitachal666.livejournal.com/2405.html
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Date: 2008-10-25 12:01 pm (UTC)