"Nah...leave it. Come on leave it, Yaz. Leave...ah damn it." Reno grumbled and winced as he felt the sharp ends of a comb trying to force its way through his unruly red locks. Protesting was no use, he knew. When the silver haired remnant set his mind to do something he couldn't be swayed. He sighed and leaned back against his lover's skinny legs, sucking it up the best he could.

Yazoo's normally calm face showed great annoyance mixed with slight amusement now as he struggled to free the comb which had unexpectedly become entangled in the Turk's fiery mess of hair. "Gosh, Reno when was the last time you ran a comb through this?"

The Turk simply shrugged and responded with what could have been more or less categorized as a frustrated grunt.

Yazoo shook his head and sighed, trying to remain as patient as he could. Eventually, he worked through the knots and was relieved to find the comb glide freely through his lover's surprisingly soft locks.

Reno allowed a moan of satisfaction that did much to hide his own relief slip out. He grabbed the dark string he used to tie his hair back and did just that, the familiar ponytail appearing not too shortly.

Yazoo blinked, tilting his head in what had become his manner as he eyed the Turk. Handsome did not even begin to describe Reno. That initial attraction had always been strong. No one could ignore that ridiculous fall off striking scarlet. Or the somehow chiseled features that did more than hint at perfection. Sometimes Yazoo felt that he could go on staring forever.

Reno blinked and felt his face flush the slightest bit as he noticed the almost worshipful gaze his boyfriend was favouring him with. He ran a hand over the back of his neck, coughing softly. "Eheh. What you lookin' at, yo?"

The Sephiroth clone rose from his spot and stepped towards the Turk, carefully taking him into his arms. He smiled, leaning in to lightly brush his lips against Reno's soft pair. "Hm. You, of course."

"Oh?" Reno asked grinning smugly, "can't get enough of this, can ya?"

The younger male arched his womanly brow in response, just admitting what he knew to be true without a fuss. "Of course I can't. The very sight of you makes me weak with need."

"Aw man, Yaz. Stroke my ego some more, please?"

Yazoo tilted his head back and laughed.

Reno's face lit up noticeably. There was nothing he loved more than the sight and sound of Yazoo's laughter. Perhaps it was because he so rarely saw it but more so because it transformed his face from beautiful to just plain breathtaking.

Yazoo leaned his weight into Reno's slim but warm body. He smiled, kissing at one of those brush stroke like tattoos which he sported on his cheekbones. "Mm, I love you."

A soft, utterly content sigh escaped the Turk's mouth as he relaxed in his boyfriend's arms. "I love you too."

A bright smile stole the remnant's youthful face as he pulled away and took ahold of Reno's hand, leading him out of the bedroom. "Come, let's go shopping."

Reno followed obediently as always, offering the younger male a gentle squeeze. "Kay. But you better wear that skirt that I'ma buy for you."

Yazoo halted for a moment to turn his head and bestow upon his lover the most seductive look that he could muster up. "Oh I'll wear it, alright. Just as long as you promise to be gentle when sliding it off of me. Hm...?"

Reno simply narrowed his eyes, an excited grin appearing on his handsome face. "Fuck yeah..."