Hey there again, here´s chapter 7! Many many thanks for all the lovely reviews, and special kudos to my wonderful beta AlexJ69!!!
There´s smut, be warned ;)
Enjoy!
Chapter 7
Fifteen minutes later Kadaj was sound asleep, even before Sephiroth had come to the point of how the three bears had found Goldilocks in one of their beds. Pulling the blanket over the softly breathing form, Sephiroth stood, only leaning the door on so a little stripe of light would guide the boy to the corridor in case he woke up at night and needed to pee.
Since Sephiroth was the oldest, it was his responsibility to make sure that his brothers were in bed at the proper time and he took this task very serious. He did love his family, even though they got on his nerves from time to time (especially recently) and he felt a strong need to protect them. And lately he was confused and torn, a lot.
Loz´ door was already closed and Sephiroth knew better than to disturb him. Their rooms were mostly open during the day, welcoming everyone to enter if they felt like it, unless either one of them wanted some privacy and this was silently respected then, most of the time. Even Kadaj had learned to knock first, before he attacked them with one of his silly questions that seemed to spontaneously pop up in his head at every possible and impossible moment.
Yazoo´s door was slightly ajar, the cold, blue light of the computer screen creating an eerie atmosphere that threatened to suck the elder in. Leaning his head against the frame, Sephiroth peeked inside, spotting his brother´s hunched back in front of the monitor.
"Time to go to bed," he announced, pushing himself inside, arms crossed over his chest. Yazoo looked back at him over his shoulder, and then simply pushed the off-button, the computer flickering one last time before only its constant, low humming remained. Yazoo never turned off the computer entirely; it ran 24/7 for his various downloads and program installations, its mechanic brain never sleeping, always calculating.
Slowly, the younger swirled around on his chair to face his brother, getting up and stretching his lithe body, the white t-shirt rippling up a bit and revealing half of his taut belly, pierced by a hollow, slitted navel.
It didn't fail to draw Sephiroth´s attention, but he forced himself to look back into his brother´s face. Yazoo was already in his pyjamas, long hair still damp and dark from the earlier shower. It clung to his back and exuded just the faintest odour of coconut shampoo as he obediently walked over the fuzzy carpet into bed, slipping under the covers and expectantly tilting his head at the older.
"Are you not coming?"
Sephiroth eyed the empty place beside the teenager that was more or less a blurred spot in the darkness with apprehension. There wasn't much light in here; only some rays from the street lamp outside spilled through the blinds, casting a stripped pattern onto the floor and walls. Somewhere to his left, the blind, yellow eye of the computer lazily blinked.
Usually the invitation wasn't needed; this was the time where Sephiroth would walk over, claim the bed with smooth, predatory movements. He´d pin Yazoo to the mattress, his long hair falling around them like a soft blanket, and Yazoo would smirk up at him with excitement sparkling in his hooded eyes. This game was still pretty new to them, they hadn't done it that often yet, but it was the most pleasurable and fun. They knew it was forbidden, and that made it all the more exhilarating...
Sephiroth´d start with grinding his groin against the thin fabric that covered their young, hard bodies and Yazoo would answer with bucking up his hips, meeting his brother´s slow, sensual movements. Their lips´d seek each other out, softly brushing against the other´s, till they´d part and slippery, wet tongues met with pink gums and damp teeth.
Warm, rushed breathing would ghost over their flushed skin and fill the quiet, dark room. They had to be silent, with their brothers and sometimes parents sleeping only a few rooms away and their delighted laughs were breathless and muffled, their deft fingers curious and bold, playing with goose bump covered flesh and hard, rosy nipples.
Yazoo´s fingers would glide up and down Sephiroth´s arched back, fumbling with his pyjamas or T-shirt, searching for a way underneath. Sometimes the elder wouldn't wear anything but his sleeping pants anyway, so Yazoo´s fingertips would stroke over a prominent spine, rips wrapped in smooth muscles, and cool silken hair. Sephiroth´d trace Yazoo´s sides, kissing his way down his younger brother´s willingly exposed throat and neck, his tongue dipping into the dent between his collarbone, before wandering down to flick over an erect nub. That usually made Yazoo arch into his tender touches and pull down the older boy´s dark, woollen pants over his firm buttocks and his hard erection.
"Get up," Sephiroth´d whisper close to Yazoo´s ear, smell his clean, soapy scent, lick that delicate shell and feel the body underneath him brim and tremble with want and delight. As the younger´d move his pelvis up, intentionally pressing his groin against Sephiroth´s warm, pulsing penis, Sephiroth´d get rid of Yazoo´s pants too, and the unbuttoned shirt, maybe. It wouldn't really matter, they´d be a sweating, heaving mess of limbs and sheets and clothes rubbing together in a frantic, sneaky rhythm.
Sephiroth´d feel his rapid heartbeat pound in his ears, drumming in his chest, belly and his hard flesh that would stroke against Yazoo´s slippery dick until the tension was unbearable. Depending on how patient they were they´d just come like this, their balls gliding against each other as Sephiroth grabbed their cocks and pulled them together in a firm grip. He´d bury his face in the nape of Yazoo´s neck, biting down into the tender flesh to stifle the moans that fell from his lips as he tugged harder until they were covered in a white, creamy substance that stained their bellies.
When they had more time and felt like it, Sephiroth´d place a quick kiss on Yazoo´s swollen lips and reach under the mattress where they had hidden a tube of lubricant (Yazoo had ordered it from the internet, he was good with stuff like that, creating false accounts and whatnot – no sex shop would let them through the door and really, this way it was much easier).
He´d squeeze a generous amount of the cool, slick fluid into his hand before carelessly brushing the tube aside where it´d get buried under the sheets or just tumble of the mattress and fall onto the fuzzy carpet. If they were in Sephiroth´s room cool, kohl rimmed eyes of various corpse painted Black Metal bands would witness their actions with aloof indifference out of their 2 dimensional posters. Sometimes they´d even provide the soundtrack, sepulchering low moans and excited hisses under thundering layers of freezing guitars, screeching, hateful vocals that sounded more like the agonized cries of a slaughtered pig than a human voice. They´d also muffle the uncomfortable groan Yazoo´d give when cold, slick fingers entered him. Sephiroth was always careful, but still it did feel weird and the elder´d try to ease the younger´s discomfort with kisses and strokes while he prepared him.
He hadn't yet mastered the task of finding Yazoo´s prostate on the first try and awkwardly poked inside the tight channel until Yazoo´d arch up with a delicious moan. Once that difficult part was overcome Sephiroth´s brother was quite demanding on what he wanted to have done next, and Sephiroth did comply. He had no idea how it felt to have stuff inside him, so he trusted Yazoo´s guidance; his brother knew what he liked, and it did please Sephiroth as well, so it was a clear win-win situation for the both of them.
When Yazoo impatiently drew his arms around Sephiroth´s neck, whispering that he was ready now, stroking some hair out of the elder´s pale face, Sephiroth´d withdraw his fingers, slowly and carefully. They´d shuffle a bit on the bed until Sephiroth was seated between Yazoo´s spread legs that were tightly wrapped around his waist.
Taking a deep breath, Sephiroth´d press the tip of his red cock against the tiny entrance, pushing until the loosened muscle gave way and swallowed him almost hungrily. Once he was inside, Sephiroth´d wait for Yazoo to adjust, and as soon as the boy underneath him´d impatiently wriggle, the elder glided in deeper. They´d swallow each other´s moans with another messy, wet kiss that sometimes lasted till the whole act was over. Yazoo´d cling to Sephiroth, pushing against the hard thing inside him that brushed slowly over that bundle of nerves that sent spark right into his dizzy, swirling brain. Later Sephiroth´s movements´d become clipped, sharp and almost brutal, frantic and relentless, but at that point neither of them would care anymore; they were at a place where they weren't even aware of their spastically moving bodies. There was only mind-numbing pleasure of the most feral and bone-shattering kind that shook their fragile souls to the core, and it felt right and unimaginable good until it became all too much and they´d explode into a mass of colourful sparks and tingling, shuddering tremors.
They´d stay in bed together until their movements stilled from the exhaustion, and Sephiroth´d pull out, and then they´d just lay there next to each other, mute and tired and happy. When Yazoo´d drift off into sleep shortly after, Sephiroth would usually free himself carefully from his brother´s embrace, roughly clean them up and go back to his own room with not even a trait of remorse looming over his satiated body and mind.
Today was not usual however.
Sephiroth´s feet strode over the floor nonetheless, though not as sure and determined as usually, and instead of laying down on the soft mattress, he just took place on the edge of the bed that was quickly freed for him. Yazoo had curled around him like a kitten, head propped on one hand, emerald eyes calm and still expectant, but Sephiroth was almost sure that he could detect a hint of growing wariness, deep down in there. These orbs were still clouded by a rather unquestioned trust, faith in Sephiroth knowing what he was doing and that Yazoo was in good hands. It was a heavy, weighty look that made the older boy unconsciously lift his shoulders a bit.
"That might not be such a good idea right now."
Yazoo´s head fell onto the pillow with a disappointed 'thud', sinking in deeply, his green eyes penetrating the ceiling instead now. Sephiroth gave in to the itching of his hand and stroked with his fingertips over some cool, damp strands of silver.
"I know..." Yazoo´s reply was carried by a tiny sigh, trying to sound understanding and mature, but Sephiroth wasn't fooled, especially since it wasn't exactly an easy decision for him to not seize the chance of their parents not being home. But it was too risky, and it reeked like a shallow trap; most likely Vincent and Lucrecia wouldn't be able to stay away from home for too long...
No matter how much they pretended to the boys and themselves that their relationship was still founded on trust, it was a cobweb thin string they were all balancing on right now, trying to reach each other. It didn't take much to make that bond snap and catapult them into chaos...
It was partly Sephiroth´s fault, he knew that, and it was frustrating. He hadn't chosen to feel the things he did, and he wasn't to blame for the fact that Yazoo and he were related so closely by blood! If it was anyone's mistake it was the intolerant society that made their lives so hard and complicated and eyed them as if they were a sick, monstrous abominations for liking each other. Made them outcasts... They were still young and everyone was so quick on deciding that they just didn't know what they were doing, gracing them with the 'benefit of the doubt'.
Truth be told, Sephiroth was confused. He didn't take their strange relationship for granted as Yazoo did. He did question what they were doing, what drew them to each other in that very not-brotherly way. Prior to the incident of being surprised by their parents, Sephiroth had decided that he didn't care about conventions and pursued their relationship, thinking that it was all right as long as they didn't get caught. Now that they had been found out he was forced to re-evaluate his decision. Before last night Sephiroth hadn't been really aware of the consequences, the disappointment and the hurt he caused the other members of his family with his actions. Was it worth it? Quite frankly, he didn't know. He would need time to think about it, because there was a lot at stake here; not only his family, but his friends as well.
Angeal, Genesis and Zack most likely wouldn't understand.
"All right then, sleep well. I will see you tomorrow," Sephiroth finally muttered, leaning over to place a quick, innocent kiss onto Yazoo´s forehead. The boy closed his eyes and rolled over, his curled back facing the elder.
Suppressing a sigh, Sephiroth got up and left the room to finally get ready for bed himself, but it took him hours to finally drift into a restless sleep.
Tbc
Aeriths-Rain: Yesh, Kadaj is such a cutie indeed! I bet he can be pretty bratty too, but still it´s adorable and no one can stay mad at him for too long when he does the puppy eyes on them XD
Soyna: Haha, yeah, that chapter turned out surprisingly fluffy, I don´t know what happened O__o You bet Vincent didn´t enjoy the evening one bit XD But I guess Lucrecia was just as restless, she just hides it better^^ I think Yazoo´d pick the creepy fairy tales, those with all the slaughter and monsters, poor Kadaj XD
Madisuzy: Thanks! I like the boys together as a family, they are so adorable! Hm, Sephiroth was tempted, but he is a clever guy and careful now. Imagine what´d happen if they were caught again :O But I couldn´t resist inserting some smut anyways XD *hugs*
Psycho Steph: Yes, if Lucrecia wasn´t there Vincent probably wouldn´t look away for one second XD He´s so stressed, poor thing... But he needs to relax a bit. I think Seph has a soft spot for his littlest brother, though you bet they have awful fights as well! They are boys XD Hm, story time with Seph sounds very very tempting I must say, count me in!
Oztan: Yay, I´m glad you liked the chapter! I like that idea of mother-sons bonding, I will definitely do one of those! We haven´t seen much of Lucrecia yet, but we should^^
Sweetciel: Yes, Sephiroth can be sweet if he wants too XD I bet he can get pretty pissed off too, though, when Kadaj thinks he has to play around with Seph´s precious guitars again XDD Then Seph´s not a happy camper...
natzilla: Haha, I hoped you´d like it XD This story gets a bit inspired by all our talks about the brotherly side of the SHM, they are one happy family... sometimes XD When part of them doesn´t get caught by other part during screwing around *cough* Loz is a teenager, they are always hungry!
PoppetlurvesZexion: You´re manipulative? *high five* Me too XD A little bit... And thanks for pestering your friends to read it! *happy squeal* They are very welcome!!! And the yaoi´s here now too!
Kittencharmer: Hm, maybe you do read too much into the details, but I think not XD Sephiroth has a lot on his mind now, it can kind of drive away your appetite :)
Labe: Haha, I like your maths!!! Definitely, Sephiroth + Yazoo equals smut (at least in my own twisted little world). I think the banana just didn´t wanted to be squished in a condom XDD It was a bit too much pressure XD I´m not sure Kadaj would enjoy you squeezing his cheeks, he has his pride, you know ;) But I´d so do it too, anyways... Hm, this time Sephiroth didn´t take advantage, he´s wary of being caught again, I guess? We´ll see how they´ll do from now on ^^
danslalune27: Hey lovely reader! Yes, I have way too many fics going on, but I love writing XD I so want them under my roof, all together, though I´d need a way bigger place! I think all of them are bright in their own ways, they have their special talents and compliment each other perfectly. Kadaj is... 9ish, I think XD I gotta check, good question! I will get back to you about that XD Love your new icon btw!
Review please! ^__^
