There were several showers in the contestants' locker room and Loz usually used them after a fight. They were free after all, and he liked to get the blood and whatever sweat he'd worked up off him before going home to Kadaj. The other fighters ignored him or avoided him anyway, which was how he liked it, so he usually had the showers to himself. Today a few of the guys were talking about going out and get a beer after the fight. Loz listened with half an ear whiles he was undressing.
"I can't." One of them said sullenly. "I'm broke."
"What? But you won your fight yesterday. How the Hell can you be broke today?" Someone else said.
"I know," grinned a third one. "You spent them all on that new prostitute at the Honey Bee Inn, didn't you?"
"Must be a damn expensive whore!" The second one laughed.
"He's not a whore!" The first one blushed fiercely. "Well…maybe he is. But he's not like the others. He's….more of an escort, really…"
That made the others burst out in rather cruel laughter, but Loz had heard enough, he wasn't interested in buying sex anyway. He could feel eyes following him as he walked naked into the shower and turned it up, but ignored them too. He'd beaten them all, at one point or another, and knew he could easily do so again, even if they ganged up on him. There were only one new guy, and though he was lean and muscular, he was far too skinny to be a threat.
"What's the name of that 'escort' anyway?" The words came faintly over the running water.
"Calls himself Yazoo."
Loz turned up the shower even more, trying to block out the stupid gabbling and enjoyed the hot water running down him, the sense of getting really clean. He wondered if he could sneak in Kadaj here to use the showers, they were far more comfortable than making do with water warmed on the stove. He doubted anyone would try to stop him if he did so.
"Hi. Loz, right?" a voice behind him said, and Loz spun around.
It was the new guy, a small, skinny, trim youth perhaps two years younger than Loz. He was eyeing Loz up and down with a glint in his brown eyes that Loz recognised. When Kadaj looked at him like that it always led to sex.
"I don't sign autographs." Kadaj had forbidden him to put his name on any piece of paper, ever.
"That's ok. I wanted something else." The guy wasn't subtle, that's for sure. Although standing naked in the shower, it would have been stupid of him to try to hide what he wanted anyway.
Loz started to rinse the shampoo out of his hair to give himself time to think. He'd never fucked with anyone who wasn't Kadaj. It could be interesting.
Hands slid up his chest, warmer and more callused but weaker than Kadaj's and the guy smiled up at him, even though he seemed a bit taken back by the cat eyes looking down on him. But it was too late to pull out now; Loz grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around so his back was against the wall; grabbing one thigh he lifted it high up on his own hip, keeping the man pinned with the other hand. The guy was breathing quickly now, equal amounts of fear and arousal coursing through him. He moaned and pressed against Loz and….
Nothing.
Surprised, Loz realised he felt nothing at all. With Kadaj all it took was one look, sometimes not even that, but with this guy all naked and soapy he didn't feel a thing. Not even the slightest spark or excitement.
It was a bit like those nude posters of women that someone kept nailing up at the locker room; they didn't affect him at all. Except perhaps make him a bit nauseous, as there seemed to be a lot of stuff on them that Loz really didn't want to see, and other things that he *did* want to see where missing.
But this was a guy! And he wasn't ugly or something. But he still…didn't do anything for Loz.
He tried grinding against him, using a lot more force than he would have done with Kadaj, but he might as well have tried to hump a chair.
He pushed the guy away; surprised the man stumbled down.
"Get out of here." Loz snarled and the man ran.
The incident rattled him; he hurried to finish the shower and threw his clothes on. Instead of taking a detour to pick up food or supplies he took the shortest road; he walked quickly, pushing anyone who got in his way aside, fear and anger rushing through him. He hadn't felt anything. He hadn't got hard, hadn't...
Loz started running.
Kadaj looked up in surprise as Loz came barging through the door; his older brother's face was taut with fright and bewilderment, his usually well-kept hair barely dry and hanging around his ears.
"Kadaj...get naked. Please."Despite the plea the words came out almost as a growl, and Kadaj blinked. Loz always did as he was told. He'd never demanded anything of Kadaj before.
Hesitating for a second, Kadaj saw the raw fear and hurt in Loz eyes and shrugged. Putting down his pen he stood slowly and pulled the sweater over his head, muzzling his fine hair. Kicking of his shoes, he pulled off his pants, standing naked with his arms crossed over his slim chest, frowning.
"What's this about..." he started, but didn't get any further before Loz ran over to him and fell to his knees, burying his face against Kadaj's belly and rubbing his teary face against the smooth skin.
"I was afraid...I'd lost it...but with you..." His mouth was just above Kadaj's groin and the warm breath and almost-touching lips was distracting Kadaj from whatever Loz was talking about. Biting his lip not to moan, Kadaj grabbed Loz face and turned it up to meet his greedy eyes.
"Later. Now, as you are down there anyway..."
Loz smiled back and his tears dried up quickly. Rubbing his face against Kadaj's hardening shaft he started to lick it, sucking hard at the top, wanting and needing Kadaj around him *now* to prove to himself he hadn't lost it.
Kadaj pushed him back, down into the chair, and climbed on top of him; Loz barely had time to open his own pants and get his cock out – rock hard now - for his greedy brother.
Greedy as Kadaj was, this evening he finally had to call Loz off; it seemed the elder brother was almost frantic in his desire to fuck tonight, wanting Kadaj over and over again, eating the slender, strong body with his eye and mouth over and over again, wanting to be inside him until Kadaj felt almost raw.
"Enough now." Kadaj pushed at Loz broad chest as he leaned over him once more. "What's with you today?"
With a sigh Loz sank down, burying his face in the bed's pillow. Unable to look at Kadaj, he told what had happened.
"Huh. How strange." Kadaj frowned. "I guess it's not very important though."
"You don't think so?" Loz dared to look up. "Maybe I'm...flawed or something."
"I don't know. I've never felt anything with others either." Kadaj gathered him up in his arms. "I just thought that was because they forced me. Maybe it's something else. Maybe it's because we're better than humans. We shouldn't have sex with them. It's like...trying to breed a prize chocobo with a common farm chicken."
"Wait..." Loz leaned up on his arm, looking down at Kadaj, worry on his face. "Someone forced you?"
"More than one. It was long ago, I was small...It's not important."
"I will kill them! Tell me who they are, and I will kill them!" Loz was already heaving out of bed but Kadaj grabbed his arm.
Small and fragile as he looked compared to Loz's bulk, his grip was iron hard and his smile was very sharp. His eyes shone in the gloom of the slum like emeralds in the dirt.
"Loz...I didn't say I let them live afterwards."
