The barest hint of a frown creases the space between Yazoo's brows. They'd tried taunting and teasing and that hadn't worked particularly well, but now Cloud won't even respond graciously to an extension of help? It's disappointing to say the least—although perhaps something he can attribute to the fact that this version of his brother just doesn't seem right. Still bearing that connection, certainly, but with a little more bark than he had that day by the cliffs.
Perhaps fortunately for both of them, Yazoo's thoughts are set aside at Cloud's brief exclamation. He blinks slowly, his gaze drifting from the mako crackle of the other man's eyes to the way he's looking at his hand, and can't help but wonder whether what he's feeling is more evidence of their relationship or that slow simmer of wanting heat.
... Could it be that the sensations are coming from the same place? Yazoo couldn't possibly say, but the longer he spends in Cloud's presence, the harder it is to give him some semblance of space. Some part of him feels as though he won't be satisfied until they're touching skin-to-skin. )
You're afraid of me.
( The downturn to his lips suggests that Yazoo, in his current state of addled desire, might be genuinely distressed by this. )
You don't need to be. We belong together.
( ... In a manner of speaking, anyway, although at the moment Yazoo is feeling for the first time as though he might want to be with him for his body as well as his cells. The strange weight of his gaze skims over Cloud's wet biceps, the cut of his chest, the way his hair falls to the cut of his jaw—
Yazoo sucks his lower lip between his teeth for a moment, his contemplation evident even behind the unreadable shine of his eyes. )
I won't harm you.
( Yet. Not until he denies their bond with violence and refuses to give up Mother's location. )
no subject
( I don't need your help.
The barest hint of a frown creases the space between Yazoo's brows. They'd tried taunting and teasing and that hadn't worked particularly well, but now Cloud won't even respond graciously to an extension of help? It's disappointing to say the least—although perhaps something he can attribute to the fact that this version of his brother just doesn't seem right. Still bearing that connection, certainly, but with a little more bark than he had that day by the cliffs.
Perhaps fortunately for both of them, Yazoo's thoughts are set aside at Cloud's brief exclamation. He blinks slowly, his gaze drifting from the mako crackle of the other man's eyes to the way he's looking at his hand, and can't help but wonder whether what he's feeling is more evidence of their relationship or that slow simmer of wanting heat.
... Could it be that the sensations are coming from the same place? Yazoo couldn't possibly say, but the longer he spends in Cloud's presence, the harder it is to give him some semblance of space. Some part of him feels as though he won't be satisfied until they're touching skin-to-skin. )
You're afraid of me.
( The downturn to his lips suggests that Yazoo, in his current state of addled desire, might be genuinely distressed by this. )
You don't need to be. We belong together.
( ... In a manner of speaking, anyway, although at the moment Yazoo is feeling for the first time as though he might want to be with him for his body as well as his cells. The strange weight of his gaze skims over Cloud's wet biceps, the cut of his chest, the way his hair falls to the cut of his jaw—
Yazoo sucks his lower lip between his teeth for a moment, his contemplation evident even behind the unreadable shine of his eyes. )
I won't harm you.
( Yet. Not until he denies their bond with violence and refuses to give up Mother's location. )