To Love a Brother

To Love a Brother

A/N: I am putting off writing fifteen times-new-roman-size-twelve pages of chapter two of Passages of Naught, and I've been unmedicated for crazy so I'm into the FFVII fanfic archives digging out my old friends: Stories that are not mine. I'm going to write one though! YA!

Yazoo frowned. He frowned quite often after so many months of not finding Mother. The three brothers were becoming desperate, going to Shinra, the bastard, and trying to locate her. Although, killing Elena and Tseng was the most fun Yazoo had for a while, he was still desperate in his search for Mother. And having to follow Kadaj around like a lost puppy was really starting to get on his nerves.

He was older than Kadaj, so why does he have to follow him?! It should be reversed.

Yazoo sighed. He knew damn well why he followed his brother.

His brother was stronger than him. His brother was more determined than him, the fire burning in his mako-eyes was enough to ignite the flames in his and Loz's eyes. His brother was desperate. Finding Mother was his only purpose in life.

Yazoo sighed. He had more purpose than to just find Mother.

Kadaj was his purpose. He knew that it was wrong, and he knew that it was commonly frowned upon, but that never stopped him from wanting his brother. His beautiful younger brother. More beautiful than Gaia itself. Yazoo closed his eyes picturing his hands traversing down pale, milky skin; Kadaj moaning in pleasure at his touches…

The slam of the door awoke him from his dreamy thoughts.

"Fuck." Screamed Kadaj. Yazoo's heart stopped. Kadaj was here.

"What causes such profanities, Brother?" That airy façade, if Yazoo hated anything, it had to be that, putting on the ritz for his brother.

"We're never going to find her, Yazoo!" He screamed, slamming a fist on the table of the hotel they were staying in.

Oh how Yazoo knew his brother hurt. The dreams he had, the visions of apocalypse in his sleep, the daunting presence of Sephiroth. The physical pain of too many materia coursing through his veins. Oh how Yazoo wished he could take it away.

"Kadaj." He whispered.

"Yazoo, do you seriously have any hope? Hope of finding her?"

Yazoo pondered this for a moment, taking a step towars Kadaj. Yazoo was always one to prey on weakness.

"No, brother." He whispered, slowly wrapping his arms around Kadaj's waist. Kadaj leaning in to his touches, though his eyes potrayed fear.

"Yazoo-!"

"Kadaj." He murmered, licking the skin of his neck in a sultry fashion.

Kadaj moaned. Yazoo knew he wanted him.

"Yazooooo." He moaned as Yazoo undid the zipper with his teeth.

"Kadaj, how I love you my brother."

"Ya-z-zoo. Please…take me…"

All too easy, thought Yazoo.

FIN.

(Yay Lime! This was so half assed, but I luffles it. If fanfiction had a scraps department, that is where this would go. R&R, or don't I want one review so I don't have Zero!)