Author's Note: Disclaimer found below.
Warnings: This story contains a.) shonen-ai, b.) outright yaoi, and c.) sex involving such. If guys groovin' on guys isn't your thing, turn back now. Oh, and there's also either incest or masturbation, depending on your preferred interpretation of the SHM. ;-)
This part is the second-most-explicit (which is to say, it isn't especially, though there is sex). The thematic differences between this and the first chapter are almost too subtle for me, but they're there, I swear.
Second Watch: Yazoo
Yazoo sits by the window and watches, resting his chin on his hand. Outside, the world is as cold and dim and empty as inside - this house has been abandoned for ages. It's raining, and he watches the water drip from the moldy, conical thatched roof onto the windowsill. The drops splash through the glassless window and onto his glove.
He can hear them upstairs - Loz groggily whining that Kadaj is taking all the blankets as though he expects Yazoo to come do something about it, and Kadaj laughing and telling him not to cry. There's some scuffling and thumping, and more insults, and then breathless laughter that can only indicate that one or the other of them has decided that tickling is acceptable retaliation.
The sounds of movement upstairs eventually even out into a regular pattern punctuated by wordless, pleasured voices, and Yazoo smiles. He likes the way that Loz and Kadaj play. The way they enjoy each other.
He likes to see them happy more than... more than anything, really. Even more than killing. Or sex. Those are both good - give rise to feelings of pleasure and power - but he likes it best when his brothers are happy, because that makes him feel warm in a way that nothing else can.
He knows that people have other words for this sort of feeling, but he doesn't care. The world pales in comparison to his brothers. They stand out like flames consuming a black and white photograph, and everything else blurs together into one cold, meaningless fog.
He wouldn't know how to exist without them. There'd be no point. Mother would never want him alone, and he'd never find her alone; only with his brothers together does he have purpose. And when they find Mother...
When they find Mother...
He knows that all will change when they find Mother. He knows that it may mean that they will no longer be together. That they may no longer exist.
He knows that Kadaj is aware of this, too. He's seen Kadaj smiling blankly into thin air when he's listening to Mother, and he's seen Kadaj sit and stare at nothing with his brow furrowed when he's thinking about what might happen. Yazoo knows the difference, even if Loz might not - knows that sometimes, Kadaj is afraid.
So he sits and watches and listens to Loz and Kadaj together, and he smiles. Kadaj is not afraid now, with Loz to distract him. He needs to play as much as he needs to rest.
It makes him feel warm again to know that he's allowing them to be safe and happy, and so the cold of the world is nothing.
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