Chapter 4

"Shit. Don't press so hard Yazoo!" Loz snapped as the ice pack was pressed to his left cheek. Though he hadn't any intention to snap at Yazoo- who was helping him- his cheek burned, and he had to fight back tears.

Yazoo flinched, but didn't retreat his hand from the icepack. "Sorry." It was because of him that Loz had been injured with the large gash on his cheek that Yazoo had just stitched shut moments before. Normally people wouldn't get any advantage over Yazoo, but he had been slacking with training recently, thus this incident had occurred. The men hadn't been too strong, but neither of the silver haired men had expected the thugs to pull a knife on them. The owner of the knife, and Loz's bad mood, was most likely sitting in a hospital with a broken nose and a few crushed ribs and fractured hip bone.

"You shouldn't baby him, niisan." Kadaj breathed dramatically as he walked in to the room with his cell phone in hand. His hair was pulled back into an elastic and was wearing black make-up.

"I'm not…I just-" Yazoo grumbled, trailing off as he realized how intently his young leader was staring at him.

"I need to talk with you, come with me." Kadaj nodded at Loz as he turned and departed from the room.

Yazoo slowly rose to his feet, moving to follow Kadaj. He felt a grip on his wrist and his body was jerked backwards so he landed sprawled across Loz's thighs. "Ne, Loz. You know Kadaj…I should ge-nngh!" Yazoo's eyes widened as Loz pressed two fingers into his mouth, silencing him.

"I know. This'll be quick, I promise." Loz replied, his breath warm against Yazoo's flushed cheek. "Listen, I know that you're attraction for Kadaj is very much like mine. But I don't want him to be taken away from me, alright ototou?"

Yazoo bit down on the offending digits in his mouth angrily, but they didn't move. Yazoo was about to reach up, but was shoved roughly to the floor. With a grunt, Yazoo slowly sat up, his eyes moving to Loz's.

"Maybe something will work out?" Loz shrugged, picking up his dropped icepack and pressed it to his sore cheek, wincing slightly.

Yazoo jumped to his feet, huffing slightly. Without looking back, he stormed out of the room in search of his brother.

"Yazoo?"

At hearing his name Yazoo looked up to see Cloud standing at the top of the stairs. His cheeks were bright pink and his hair more askew then usual. Thus, telling Yazoo that Cloud had just been on his bike. He seemed more attractive then ever, making Yazoo wonder slightly what Cloud would look like on his back legs spread…

"Have you seen Kadaj anywhere Cloud?" Yazoo inquired, brushing a loose strand of silver away from his mako green eyes. Walking over to the blonde, he stopped a few feet away. He knew that if he took any longer, Kadaj would get angry. He didn't exactly find it fun to have to deal with Kadaj's irate state of mind.

"Kadaj?" Cloud repeated, tilting his head in thought. "I think he's gone into the basement. But I'm not too sure." Cloud shrugged as in apologizing and turned to go down the hallway.

"Thank you." Yazoo called as he dashed down the stairs, barely waiting to see if the blonde would respond. On the last step he nearly fell, but managed to catch onto the railing. Whipping down the hallway, he turned and opened the door to the basement. Normally it would be pitch black as there are no windows, but there seemed to be a bit of light down in the dark basement. "So he is there…"

Closing the door behind him, Yazoo made his way down the stairs, the third one-as per usual- creaking beneath his weight. Reaching the bottom step he turned and walked around the stairs into the main 'room'. The basement wasn't finished only having the frames of the layout complete along with scattered furniture throughout the level.

Kadaj sat on the two seater couch, legs folded before him and his cell phone in hand, flipping it open then closed repeatedly.

"Took you long enough, niisan." Kadaj snipped as Yazoo sat down beside him, not needing to announce his presence. As soon as Yazoo was seated, Kadaj lifted himself up and sat on Yazoo's thighs, his own straddling Yazoo's hips. Tangling his fingers in Yazoo's long silver tresses, he tugged Yazoo's head back exposing his throat.

"S-Sorry." Yazoo stammered, his hands rising to grip his brother's hips gently. He still had no idea what Kadaj wanted to talk with him about, and this position was quite questionable. "I got…caught up in something."

"Sure." Kadaj replied, leaning forward and licking Yazoo's chin playfully. "Anyways, I've got something to tell you. And you're going to accept it no matter what." Kadaj explained as he nuzzled his way down his brother's neck.

"O-Oh?" Yazoo choked, his grip tightening when he felt his brother's hips drop, their groins meeting. Yazoo clenched his eyes shut, trying to prevent his body from reacting to Kadaj's movements. Was his brother doing it on purpose?

"I've found you a job, and they said that they'll hire you." Kadaj explained as he unzipped his brother's sweater and slid it off his shoulders. Naked skin awaited Kadaj as the garment was removed, a smile rising to his soft awaiting lips. He began to trail moist kisses down Yazoo's pale chest, sucking lightly occasionally. "You're going to do it. Loz has a job, and I just got one, so you'll do this one with no complaints, alright?"

"Ha-Hai?" Yazoo replied, his voice nervous. "What kind of job is it?" Loz's words were coming back to him, and he wasn't sure what to do. Nothing seemed to be the best choice, but Kadaj might get insulted by it, and he would then have a problem. Such dilemmas he didn't like to deal with. So to deal with this for now, Yazoo ran his hands up Kadaj's flanks, massaging him gently.

"You don't want it to be a surprise?" The younger slid his hips back so he could dip lower, his mouth finding a semi-erect nub and began to play with it between his lips. He enjoyed the taste of Yazoo's flesh; it was sweet and smelt so good. He wondered how his brother could keep his skin so soft, it was all beyond him.

"A surprise! No. Tell me." Yazoo asked, grabbing Kadaj by the chin in one hand and forcing his brother to look up at him. His cheeks felt like they were burning as he saw how innocent his brother's face looked; his cheeks flushed and his lips full, yet his eyes seemed to ask 'do you want to see me sad?'

"Well, you'll be doing private services." Kadaj stated, a smile taunting his lips as he slid to the floor his head dropping to lay in Yazoo's high thighs. His hands rested on his brother's knees for a moment before reaching up and wrapping around Yazoo's waist.

Yazoo felt his pride plummet. How could he do such a thing? Service others? This was not the job he could do, yet Kadaj wouldn't accept a no, and he would regret ever saying it with the rest of his life. "Do…do I have to…accept it?"

"Yes, you do and don't worry, Loz will never find out unless he needs to be serviced. Then you too will have something over him." Kadaj snickered before kissing his brother's inner thigh. "Cloud, I highly doubt, does things like that, so he won't be a worry."

Yazoo nodded though this didn't make him feel much better. Though he could feel his body reacting to Kadaj's touches, his mind was elsewhere.

Noticing how distant his brother was being, Kadaj grunted. "It's time to get your focus solely on me, niisan." Kadaj sneered as he grabbed his brother pinning him to the couch, hovering above him.

TBC.

Sorry that this took me so long! I hope you can forgive me. Well what do you think?

Anyways, the lemon will be coming up shortly! Please be patient with me, I'm still trying to get the next chapter for my other story up as well as working on this one, and I have RP's to finish! Wish me luck!

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