Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Tseng's Reunion ❯ Tseng's Reunion ( Chapter 1 )

Tseng's Reunion
Author: GuiltyRed
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Turk torture, improper use of firearms
Word count: 1668
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children, Loz/Yazoo: gun kink - Taking my gun away because I might shoot someone is like cutting my tongue out because I might yell “Fire!” in a crowded theater.
Summary: Tseng finds himself in the company of an old acquaintance, remnant-style - and it's not a pleasant reunion.
A/N: Sorry this is so late! I started a new job this week, and my brain just wouldn't cooperate.  ^_^;

“I'm done,” Kadaj snarled, brandishing his sword. “You find out what they know, before I kill them.” Not waiting for an answer from his brothers, he stormed away, slashing at shadows.

Yazuu watched him go, his expression unreadable. Turning back toward their prisoners, he regarded them with a curious tilt of his head. “You really shouldn't make our brother angry.”

Torn between following Kadaj and staying to help with the interrogation, Loz nodded vaguely. “Yeah. He's not nice when he's angry like that.”

“Loz.” Yazuu held his hand out toward his elder brother. “Which one do you think wants to talk to us?”

Loz studied the two battered humans at their feet. The female huddled around a shallow gunshot wound, not life-threatening but obviously painful. The male, however, still had an air of dignity about him bordering on defiance. Loz shook his head. “I don't think either of them wants to talk, Yazuu.”

Yazuu smiled thinly. “Who are they, anyway? Give me their badges.”

Loz scouted around until he found where Kadaj had flung the ID cards in his rage. He wiped mud from them and handed them to his more rational brother.

“Elena. That would be you, then, goldenhair?” He crouched in front of the woman and tugged her head back by a handful of hair. “Not a very good picture. I barely recognize you.”

The female Turk remained silent.

Yazuu released her and stood smoothly. “And you would be…Tseng.” His eyes narrowed dangerously. Inhumanly graceful, Yazuu knelt to look more closely at the man's face. One leather-gloved hand gently cupped Tseng's chin, lifting slightly. “I know you. Do you know me?”

A slight widening of the eyes betrayed the Turk's reaction.

Yazuu rewarded him with a cruel smirk. He reached down to caress the man's chest, near the heart; through the tattered remains of a suit he could feel the edges of the scar that would never fade. “You do remember. I would think you might have learned not to stand in His way.” Yazuu sighed in a mockery of sorrow, then stood. “Loz, I think this one needs a refresher on the value of memory.”

“What about the girl?” Loz asked with a nod in her direction.

Yazuu graced her with a dismissive look. “Let her bleed. That's what women are good for.” He fidgeted with his gloves a moment, more for effect than for any lack of neatness. Then, his expression one of pure malice, he drew his gun. “You like guns, Tseng? Mine's rather bigger than yours.”

Loz snickered like a teenager, earning himself an amused glance from his brother.

“That's right, size isn't everything, is it?” He stroked Tseng's cheek with the barrel. “This is Velvet Nightmare. She's a twin - same name, though. Funny, isn't it? They're the same and unique all at once.” He slid the gun under Tseng's chin, then scraped it forward in a mockery of shaving. “The blade edge is more a sword-breaker than a cutting weapon in itself. It makes the barrel a little stronger, a little harder to cut through if I'm going up against a sword - though we both know there are swords that can cut through anything, don't we?”

“Yazuu, we're supposed to be questioning them,” Loz muttered, “not playing.”

Yazuu raised a slim eyebrow. “But I thought you liked playing, Loz.”

“I do, but I don't want Kadaj to be mad at us.”

“Oh, don't worry about him,” Yazuu purred. “I'll get his information.” To his prisoner he said, “You'd rather deal with a gunman than a swordsman, wouldn't you? At least I have the power to end things quickly. Unless you'd prefer to bleed out - again.”

Tseng gave no response.

“My, you are the close-mouthed one.” Yazuu caressed his face, then gripped his jaw firmly, thumb pressing near the hinge while his other hand brought the gun up to touch his lips. “You'll open for me, though, won't you? Loz. Make sure the other one watches everything.”

Loz squatted down just behind Elena, turning her so she had a clear view. “Keep your eyes on your friend,” he whispered, brushing strands of hair from her face.

Yazuu forced Tseng's jaws apart, then slid the barrel of his gun into his mouth. “That's right,” he murmured encouragingly, “just relax. I'll do all the work.” He glanced over at Loz and licked his lips suggestively. “How do we look, brother?”

Loz adjusted himself through the leathers. “You look like you're really enjoying this.”

“So do you. Don't get too distracted, Loz. The day is far from over.” Yazuu pulled the gun back a bit, then pressed forward again with a sigh. “You've done this before, haven't you?”

For a moment, Tseng tensed as though he were preparing to fight back; then he sagged at the futility of the situation. They all knew that, were he to fight, he would die, leaving Elena alone in the enemy's camp. His cooperation, however reluctant, was keeping them alive a little longer. He breathed deeply through his nose and allowed Yazuu to play his game while a part of his mind hoped like hell that the crazy brother would return and put an end to all of it.

“Yes,” Yazuu breathed, his face a mask of sexual excitement, “you're a natural.” He thrust a little faster, forcing Tseng to react or risk chipping a tooth on the hard metal. Glancing over at his brother, Yazuu gasped open-mouthed and let his eyes sag to half-mast. “Oooh, you should try this, Loz. I think you'd like it.”

Half-kneeling behind Elena, Loz gave his brother a wolfish grin. One hand locked on the prisoner's shoulder, Loz rubbed himself through his pants with the other. “I like it already, Yazuu.”

“I can see that,” Yazuu murmured with a pleased smile, then turned his attention back to Tseng. “Too bad your mouth is full. You couldn't tell me where She is if you wanted to. Maybe I should stick this somewhere else, then…”

Elena whimpered.

Loz leaned forward, his sideburn touching her face. “Maybe you could tell us what we want, and then we'd stop.”

“Don't bother, Loz,” Yazuu stated harshly. “Turks don't break so easily. She'd rather die than betray ShinRa. Maybe I should just finish with this one and see if she's still a Turk after she's done watching.” He sneered down at Tseng. “Maybe I should pull the trigger. What do you think? You've done such a good job, maybe I'm ready to shoot now. Or would you like to feel this somewhere else?”

“Keep fucking his mouth, Yazuu,” Loz breathed. “I've never seen you do that before, and I kinda like it. I like it a lot.”

Elena shivered visibly as Loz unfastened his pants and took himself in hand; his grip on her shoulder remained absolute.

“Easy, brother,” Yazuu chided. “The day is still young.” In contrast to his words, he licked his lips again and turned his attention back to his own prisoner. “Use your tongue.”

Face reddened with shame and exertion, Tseng struggled to comply, sucking the length of the barrel and laving it with his tongue as Yazuu thrust and withdrew.

“That's it, you know what to do.” Though breathy, Yazuu's voice remained sharp and clear. “What do you think, Loz? Should I bend him over? Use him the way ShinRa has used all of us since the beginning? Should I reward him for his tenacity?”

Loz let out a low chuckle and shook his head. “Keep him sucking. I'd say make him suck the real thing, but he'd probably bite.”

Caught off-guard by his brother's warning, Yazuu laughed brightly. He met Loz' eyes with a challenging glance. “You have a point, there. What do you say to a game, Loz? First one of us who shoots, wins.” To his prisoner, Yazuu hissed, “Better pray my brother is closer than I am.”

Tears streamed down Elena's face as she watched Yazuu with Tseng while Loz masturbated at her back, his breath hot against her neck. “We don't know anything!” she cried out, frantic to make this stop.

Tseng's eyes opened to glare warningly at her.

“Too little too late, I'm afraid,” Yazuu growled, thrusting faster. “Give me what I want, or I'll take it.”

“Yeah,” Loz murmured, eyes locked on his brother. The hand gripping Elena tensed as his other hand stroked faster. “Take it, Yazuu.”

Yazuu shifted position so that his coat hid the gun itself from Loz and Elena's view, then moved his hips in time with the pistol thrusts. He threw his head back and let out a moan as he forced the gun even deeper into the Turk's throat.

Tseng gagged helplessly and struggled to accommodate the intrusion.

“Aw, damn, Yazuu!” Loz groaned, his hand flying.

“Take it,” Yazuu commanded, thrusting into Tseng's mouth with theatrical precision. “You owe me this.” He let his head fall back again, long hair trailing down the back of his coat, and in that moment even Elena saw what he truly was.

“Gods, yeah!” Loz growled as he came, spurting white across Elena's back and hair.

Yazuu looked back over his shoulder, face lit with triumph and malice. “Oh. Game over, then.” He pulled his gun harshly from Tseng's mouth, catching a tooth on the way out. Bending down only as far as he had to, he tore a scrap of fabric from Tseng's ruined suit and wiped his gun clean. When done, he dropped the cloth in the dirt as though discarding the Turk with it, then strode purposefully toward their other prisoner.

Elena shook with sobs fueled by fear and pain. Blood still seeped from the wound in her side, painting her shirt with an obscene flower in crimson.

Behind her, Loz took a handful of her shirt and wiped himself clean; before he could tuck himself back in his pants, however, Yazuu stopped him.

“Don't bother putting that away, Loz.” He smiled down at the injured woman. “Now. Where were we…?”