Disclaimer: Don't own

Pairing: Reno/Yazoo

Rating: Teen (omg, I have written something not rated M)

AN: Just a short story of Reno Yazoo kissing, written for the kissing meme at LJ.

Shock immobilized Reno at first. His eyes had to be deceiving him. There was no way on Gaia that the long-haired remnant of Sephiroth was standing half way down the alley, trying to jerk a stuffed moogle out of a little girl's hands.

"Let go!" The Turk heard the child squeal and decided that it was time to intercede.

"Whatcha doin here, Princess?" Reno had drawn his EMR and moved up behind the one called Yazoo.

Yazoo was still struggling with the girl, trying to dislodge the doll from the girl's fingers.

"I fail to see how that is any of your business, Turk."

"Well, you're on my turf, harassin' a kid, trying to steal her doll. That makes it my business, yo." Reno tapped his weapon against his shoulder, yet kept his stance relaxed.

Yazoo released the moogle and spun on Reno. "I was not trying to steal it," he hissed. "It is MINE."

For the second time in less than five minutes Reno was stunned. He could only blink and then when the gravity of the situation hit him, the red-head had to bite his bottom lip to keep from laughing out loud.

"You dropped it, and I found it, you big jerk." The dark haired girl kicked Yazoo in the shin. "Finders keepers, losers weepers."

The child took off running with the doll clutched to her chest, as soon as Yazoo was distracted. The remnant went to give chase, but Reno blocked the path.

Mirth shone in the Turk's baby blues. "Let it go, yo. She's just a kid who wants a toy."

Yazoo's eyes narrowed to slits, his voice dripped with venom, "but...it...was...mine."

Reno knew the remnant would mop the floor with him if it came down to a fight, and the last thing he wanted was to fight the silver-haired beauty over a moogle doll. He needed a way to distract the very upset clone.

In one fluid motion Reno had one arm around Yazoo's waist, as thought and action became one and the same. Warm breath swept over Reno's face, "release me this..." the rest of the phrase was strangled into silence by Reno's lips.

Yazoo struggled against the Turk's demanding mouth for only a few moments before completely surrendering. There was no resistance when Reno's soft, wet tongue licked his bottom lip, seeking passage.

Yazoo, one who was usually distant and cold, allowed the Turk's passions to sweep him away. He was impressed that Reno had such nerve and because of this, he snaked one arm around the Turk's neck, pulled him closer, and returned the kiss with everything he had.

Tongues danced in an exotic rhythm until both had to pull away to suck down much needed air.

Reno felt cold metal at the back of his head and heard the click of a hammer. "What the...?"

"Seems I've found a new toy to sleep with at night."