Okay, another fic again . (One could think that I have nothing else to do, but honestly I have! And that´s the tragedy, because I really should do other things but I´m most creative when I don´t have the time to be *sighs*)

Anyway, on to the fic. It has a plot, but actually it´s just an excuse to shamelessly celebrate my Yazoo-obsession -.- And it´s some kind of experimental fic to hone my almost non existenet smut-writing skills. So I warn you: this will contain explicit sexual interactions between males.

Probably not very good ones, but we´ll see :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy Advent Children (Square Enix does), nor it´s characters, and I do not make any money fom this.

And big thanks to PfenixB for betaing!!!

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"You really do not want to come with us?"

Mustering the raven haired, handsome young man with the notoriously mysterious and slightly melancholic aura sitting next to him from out of the corner of his eye, Sephiroth drove around a corner while still paying attention to the traffic.

A small silver wing was dangling from the rear-view mirror, providing the occupants of the black, neat car with the Blessed Mother´s protection. To the heathen (and of those there were many. Too many, if one asked Sephiroth) it was a symbol of conservative self-restriction, a life of ascesis and foresaking everything that made life worth living, such as alcohol, pre-marriage sex, tobacco, drugs, gluttony, sloth, music, TV, masturbation, swearing… to them, the unbelievers, the list was endless.

To them, the Circle of the Chosen, The Wing meant devotion to the Holy Mother, a pure life and the strict obedience to Her word as it was bestowed on them by The Book. They only lived to fulfill Her will and execute Her wishes. She would see it and eventually they would come to Her and stay by Her side in eternal bliss, while the unworthy suffered Her anger and punishment.

And that was exactly why the beautiful priest said with a final air around him "Yes, I do not want to partake in tonight's festivities."

Because as the executer of Her will, he´d rather not see against what many rules the young people of his church would sin tonight. For this special occurrence it probably was better to entertain a 'what the eye does not see, the heart does not grieve over' –policy. It was Sephiroth's brother´s stag night after all, and before Yazoo would inherit the responsibility to provide for a family and become a full member of the circle and be bound by all its laws and restrictions, it was almost a 'tradition' that not many questions were asked about this particular night.

Also, since Yazoo had always been a respected member of the circle, never causing any trouble and being a faithful young man that lived down to the very last word of The Book, Sephiroth wasn´t really concerned. He couldn´t imagine his quiet, calm brother doing anything too extreme. And really, all they could do was getting drunk. Although it was a serious violation of Her rules, Sephiroth was also aware that in the world of the heathen it was a regular occurrence, and although he by no means approved of it, he wouldn´t mention it this one time.

Vincent´s gaze glided over the lightened streetlamps and the raindrops splashing against the window, as silence engulfed the car again. One of the many laws of the Holy Mother was to not unnecessarily waste breath when nothing important was to be said anyway, therefore making Her followers almost naturally of the quiet sort. But although they may not talk too much they had honed the skill of making their looks speak volumes.

Sephiroth eventually came to a halt in front of a grey, high building that was flanked by two similar dismal houses, killing the engine and watching Vincent loosening the seatbelt. Before he could give his farewell with the obligatory bow that was their gesture for departing, Sephiroth spoke up again, his deep voice filling the small space, carrying his natural authority.

"Remember, I will not ask any questions about tonight. But my turning a blind eye on the events will only go so far." He shot a warning look at the slightly younger man, who only nodded in respect and cast his eyes downwards in obedience.

"As his friend and groomsman I expect you to keep an eye on him and make sure that he is fit to attend the ceremony decently tomorrow."

"Of course," Vincent affirmed, head still held low.

Sighing, Sephiroth rubbed his temple, before a rare, small smile graced his lips and he released the other with a friendly "Now, off you go. Have fun."

Vincent murmured his thanks and smoothly slipped out of the car, bowing one last time before the high priest, closing the door and hurrying through the rain into the grey building.

*

"Why'm I wearin' a skirt again?"

Yazoo looked disapprovingly down at himself, one thin eyebrow raised.

Somehow Reno really had managed to stuff him into a VERY short miniskirt that barely reached over his buttocks, white, soft nylon straps and a chemise that was knotted just under his chest, leaving his flat, white stomach free. His long silver tresses had been tied into two pigtails that dangled from either side of his head. The high heels Reno had more or less forced him to wear had been abandoned about half an hour ago, since Yazoo just couldn´t walk on them.

In short: he looked like a very lecherous version of a school girl. Damn Reno for taking advantage of his not so sober condition anymore… And he´d only drunk two small glasses of champagne! But then he´d never ever drank alcohol before so it probably wasn´t that surprising that he felt giddy and wobbly already…

"Because it looks hot," Reno drawled, a bottle of beer in hand, the camcorder in the other, zooming in on Yazoo´s slightly pissed face and smirking his cocky grin. He raised his bottle to the soon-to-be husband and took a big sip, burping heartily afterwards.

Yazoo just rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the hideous get-up he was currently wearing and swearing to himself that he would never abandon his usual black and decent turtlenecks and long trousers again.

"Seriously, you guys need to loosen up a little, that´s unhealthy, yo," the redhead wiped at his mouth, still looking at the camcorder and sending his prayers to whomever that HE wasn´t part of that horrible sect of theirs.

Actually he was the only participant who wasn´t and that was bad enough. He guessed that only his long time friendship with Yazoo had provided him with the exclusive invitation of coming to his stag night. He probably was only tolerated here because he´d once saved Yazoo´s life anyway, but whatever. It was a hell of a lot fun to see the normally stuck up, serious guys getting rather funny after one beer.

"Vincent!"

Yazoo had already lost interest in the conversation with his friend –and felt like he had every right to sulk a little- so he staggered towards his newly arrived best friend, ignoring the redhead who followed him, unfazed and still zoomed in on his long legs.

The raven haired man had just greeted Loz, Yazoo´s second brother, and several other members, but upon seeing a silver head pushing his way through the dancing, exuberant crowd he excused himself and came towards him.

Noticing Yazoo´s get-up, his eyes widened a bit, but otherwise his face remained fathomless as he drew the half-cut young man into a hug.

"Dun say ´nything, s'all Reno´s fault," Yazoo slurred, hanging in the other man´s arm and pouting at the still filming redhead. Vincent averted his eyes from the barely covered figure of the groom and shifted them towards Reno who just grinned, shrugged and nonchalantly declared "I´m doing you a favour, yo. It´s a shame to cover all that hot flesh, ain´t I right Vinny?"

He shot a side glance at the raven haired man, who just ignored him, but Yazoo apparently didn´t, as he narrowed his eyes and growled.

Laughing, Reno grabbed a bottle from the counter to his left, thrusting it into Vincent´s hand, smirking "Honestly, you guys are so straightlaced. About time someone withdraws the stick from your ass."

"´re ya implyin' that I´m ho-… hoso… " Furrowing his brows, Yazoo struggled with the word, feeling that he´d been heavily insulted here. Because if anything homosexuality was loathed by the Circle and even if it was his stag night and he and Reno were drunk, he wouldn´t allow anyone to call him this horrendous thing! Homosexuals were very sick, very twisted people that deserved a painful and slow death for their abnormal behaviour! This just wasn´t a matter to make fun of!

Vincent shot the not so sober redhead a cold, warning look that left Reno shrugging again and wandering off to pester someone else.

"He did not imply that you are homosexual," the dark haired man said softly to his friend who was still hanging in his arms, huffing.

Barely appeased, Yazoo sighed, letting Vincent lead him to the terrasse of the room that was usually reserved for their circle´s gatherings. It was dark and still drizzling outside, but the fresh air felt good. Sliding the door shut behind them and locking the loud music and roaring young men inside, Vincent guided the groom to a bench and sat him down, taking the place beside him and trying to ignore the long, nylon covered legs emerging from under a too short skirt and the cute braids and…

Averting his eyes Vincent took a big sip from his bottle, almost wincing at the bitter taste.

"So, what took you so long?"Yazoo asked, trailing with his finger over the raindroplets that had gathered on the wood of the bench, head tilted.

"Lucrecia did not feel well," the other said quietly, taking another sip.

"Hn." Yazoo stopped smearing raindrops and shifted his expressionless gaze towards the pitch black night instead, listening to the faint noises of music.

It was no secret amongst them that Lucrecia, the wife of Vincent Valentine, was one jealous and imperious woman. But that was exactly why she had been paired with the calm young man, who would stand her antics with unfazed patience.

Their marriages naturally had nothing to do with love and they were not chosen by the young people themselves but by the Holy Mother, represented in the council. The purpose of these marriages was reproduction and leading a life according to Mother´s will. It was to ensure the circles survival and even though there were no tender feelings involved, the spouses were satisfied with their lives and respected each other.

Satisfied… Vincent glanced to the side, where Yazoo was having a little trouble holding his head up.

"Are you happy?"

"Hn?" Looking up from under his bangs, the silver haired man lifted an eyebrow in question.

"Are you happy?" Vincent repeated patiently, looking a little tense though.

"I am happy as long as I can fulfill Mother´s will," came the mechanic, year-long-drummed-in, response.

Vincent suppressed a frustrated sigh and instead tried another approach, the bottle wandering to his lips again. The alcohol was slowly taking effect, he thought. Otherwise he certainly wouldn´t even have started this conversation…

"I mean, do you think that this marriage is the right thing?"

Yazoo looked a little confused for a moment before shrugging and languidly saying "Sure. I have no complaints about the council's decision. Aeris is a good woman, I think."

"Do you love her?"

"I´ve never spoken a word to her. What does it matter anyway? She seems healthy and fertile. As long as she can run my household and bear children, I don´t care." Yazoo leant back into the bench, face held up into the rain and eyes closed. Then he opened them again, a little bewildered and with an apologetic look towards his friend saying "I´m sorry, I didn´t mean to-"

"It´s alright," Vincent interrupted, pinching the bridge of his nose and finishing his bottle.

It was also no secret that, despite being married for two years now, Lucrecia still had not given birth to a child. No one said it openly, but the pitying glances and whispers that ceased immediately when they walked by were enough to tell the both of them, him and Lucrecia, that until now, they had failed Mother. If Lucrecia didn´t get pregnant within the next year they would have both to undergo a medical inspection to see what the cause of the infertility was. And depending on the outcome, actions would be taken.

"I just…" He stopped, eyeing the empty bottle and feeling the alcohol numbing his brain and overcoming his carefully erected protection walls.

"You just?" Yazoo asked, speech sounding just as slurred, as he waved a hand in front of Vincent´s eyes.

"I just… thought how it would be if we weren´t… bound by the rule of reproduction." the raven haired man eventually murmured, sensing Yazoo in his attire shiver next to him and taking off his coat to wrap it around the other´s slim shoulders.

"Don´t be stupid, if we weren´t bound by reproduction there wouldn´t be any children born to carry out Mother´s will in the future," Yazoo snorted, eyes glassy as he huddled into the warm fabric, leaning against his friend for support and the physical warmth.

The groomsman was silent for a while, then said quietly "Yes, you are right" and gave up on trying to prod his friend into a perspective beyond their religion.

"Are you cold, shall we go inside?"

Yazoo nodded, letting Vincent help him up and they both staggered back into the crowded heat of the party.

Okay no pron in this one. But in the next, I promise :) Also, I apologize for seeming OOCness, just blame it on the alcohol... (But I have to admit that I won´t keep such a close eye on it as in my other fics. This is written purely for fun, I don´t have any high ambitions at all :D) Btw: Sephiroth is relatively sane in this fic.

Ah, and of course I have absolutely nothing against homosexuals at all and I do not share the opinion that I let the Circle propagate here, but that should be pretty obvious anyway XD

So, if you want to leave a review that would make me really happy :)