Title: Down Through Love
Rating: T
Summary: Kadaj thought that, maybe in some weird way, Yazoo would make a pretty good Mother.
A/N: Just a little drabble to show my love for Seme!Yazoo. Because he would so own Kadaj. So says I. –nodnod-
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Kadaj thought that, maybe in some weird way, Yazoo would make a pretty good Mother.
He would only dare to think this, however, in the pitch black of midnight, when Loz was on some errand and Mother's voice was in his head – whispering, sighing, urging him to come to Her. The constant pull of her voice gave him headaches and stole his sleep away until he would lay in the grass of the Forgotten City, eyes wide on the sky, body aching. Panting.
And, like some apparition, Yazoo appeared at his side, footfalls as silent as a cat's. He needed no permission or explanation and brought his younger brother into his arms, against his soft skin, skin as soft as what Kadaj imagined their Mother's.
His lips supple and pliant, their leather-clad bodies moving over and through one another.
Kadaj lay beneath his brother and breathed in the scent that was much like blackberries and mint. He closed his eyes against Yazoo's words, letting Mother's static-infused voice take him over, let Yazoo's arms take him over, and suddenly it was no longer his brother naked above him, pushing into him.
It was Mother.
She was there, her face that held some other-worldly beauty Kadaj could only imagine. He let himself get carried away in his daydreams, his nightmares, and kissed again and again and again – Mother's lips, Mother's chin, Mother's breasts.
He was young, he was needy, he was hungry, and Mother was, in the daytime, nowhere to be found.
But at night…
Oh, here she was!
"Here you are," Kadaj breathed into Yazoo's ear, blowing back the silver hair and ran his fingers down the other man's spine. He shut his eyes tight against the low-toned chuckle in his own ear and tried to make it feminine. "I found you," he moaned with the pain of penetration.
He could rely on no one else for such indulgence. Yazoo took the role in stride and, when he was feeling generous, filled to the brim with love for the young one, he sometimes whispered back in some woman's voice, "You found me."
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A/N: I will shove Yazoo x Kadaj down your throat, dammit! XD He is seme! … Uh, thoughts?