Hey there! Sorry for the long wait, I am still busy as hell *sigh* I hope you enjoy the new chapter, I gotta warn ya: there´s xsxmxuxtx
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There was this very brief moment that decided whether things would go horribly wrong or if they could go on for another while until catastrophe struck. The bad thing was that it interlaced with one of those many "what if" moments that never failed to distract Sephiroth and that blurred out the more acute but less pleasant dangerous moments. He just didn´t like to see the bigger picture sometimes because the 'what if's were so much cozier, so much more fulfilling than constant alert.
This particular 'what if' went something like this:
What if in that very moment they had been alone in the kitchen, in the house? What if his friends hadn´t been lurking on their patio? What if they had been at Zack´s home instead, including Kadaj and Loz?
If they had been, Sephiroth would have leaned back against Yazoo, would have reached around and encouraged a kiss. Would have captured Yazoo´s tongue and sucked it into his mouth while the sun was shining into their faces, forcing them to drop their lids. A quiet kiss it would have been, slow and affectionate, and Sephiroth would reach around and draw Yazoo into his lap. For a moment at least, their heads tilted in opposite directions, their lips brushing against each other, their tongues tasting and playing a game of hide and seek. Their restless hands roamed each other, gliding over woolen fabric, smoothing out the wrinkles, creating new ones. Feeling through a shirt, tracing the familiar lines of hard ribs, smooth skin, warm flesh. Eventually they slipped underneath, they always did, and while they were desperate for air but still couldn´t (or didn´t want to) break the kiss, fingertips touched soft buds, awakening them and teasing them into tightness.
The warm breath ghosting past their lips became faster, shallow, cooling their even warmer cheeks. The little hairs on Sephiroth´s neck stood up in delight when Yazoo´s fingernails gently scraped over his collarbone or his sides; Yazoo shuddered whenever Sephiroth stroked down his spine or nibbled at his earlobe. It felt as if his brother was arching into and trying to squirm away from Sephiroth´s teasing touch at the same time, which only encouraged the older to pay more attention to those sensitive spots. Then Yazoo´s hands wandered further, over Sephiroth´s hard, muscular stomach, getting a little payback by teasing his navel, because Sephiroth was ticklish there. (No one besides Yazoo knew that though.) Further down they went until they were stopped by a stubborn waistband but not for long anyway. If Yazoo wanted something, he most likely got it and Sephiroth was the last to complain.
Instead of unbuttoning the pants right away, Yazoo took his sweet time, pressing his palm flat against the obvious erection, rubbing it in slow circles. Sephiroth let him for a bit, moving up his pelvis, holding his brother tight that their chests touched while he licked his way down Yazoo´s throat. It was a slow, exploring game and they tasted every touch, every swirl of the tongue, every last bit of skin and flesh to the fullest. Giving pleasure, receiving pleasure.
Eventually Sephiroth took Yazoo´s earlobe between his teeth, gently gnawing and biting at it. Before, when they had been clumsy and inexperienced, there had been a lot of communication, necessarily. It usually went along the lines of something like "Ehr, no, not there... could you shift a bit, you´re poking me... more to the left... what´s that?... oh sorry!... Yeah, there..." Nowadays that wasn´t needed anymore, unless they felt vocal. A simple touch was signal enough, they knew their bodies and desires so well by now, their mental connection extended to a physical one as well.
So Yazoo gave up his teasing, slipped from Sephiroth´s lap to kneel before him on the cool, pale kitchen tiles. Sephiroth leaned back into his chair, spreading his legs a bit while he watched Yazoo open his pants, revealing red, hard flesh. The tongue that darted out between his swollen lips was almost of the same color and when it wrapped around the pulsing erection it might have looked as if these two warm organs melted together; moving in sync, pressing closer... A string of glistening saliva coated dark veins running tight underneath thin skin. Yazoo licked his way up and down the shaft, systematic, thorough. Sephiroth tasted of slightly salty snow. He knew that because Yazoo had told him once and he had proven his point by sharing some of Sephiroth´s semen in a kiss after the ejaculation. Yazoo must like the taste what with the way he sucked his brother as if he wanted to eat him. Sephiroth didn´t mind, far from it. When Yazoo kissed the tip of his cock, stroked it with his tongue, suckled at it and finally let it glide into his mouth, Sephiroth´s hand wove into soft silver strands until he reached the back of Yazoo´s skull. There his fingers started a diffuse massage, encouraging and pushing gently. Yazoo had become so good at it...
The noises of the squeaking chair (of course Sephiroth had to chose the one with the loose screw,) wet sucking and Sephiroth´s accelerated breathing, spiced with low moans whenever he hit the back of Yazoo´s throat wafted through the otherwise boring kitchen like a fresh breeze. It drowned out the noises of the humming fridge, a mower roaring through a front garden like an undomesticated animal, the screaming of playing kids...
Sephiroth got lost in that music they involuntarily produced. It only added to his excitement; every slobbering smack, every noisy sigh that also vibrated through his erection, his bones...
Until it became too much.
"I´m close," the older warned, breathlessly.
His vision turned hazy, with little white dots blurring his vision enough to almost make him miss the sight of Yazoo starting to relieve himself as well with quick, sharp strokes. Sephiroth´s brain had turned into a helium balloon, growing bigger and bigger while at the same time, a vacuum had built in his belly, flip flopping around into all directions, sucking in the tension that built in his balls.
Every nerve in his body was singing, everywhere; on his skin, whole armies of ants kept marching, his fingers were pleasantly numb, warm tremors were running up his spine faster and faster until it was a constant stream.
And Sephiroth felt as if he was imploding; as if the vacuum had sucked his whole being in for a split second, before it spit him out again like a dying star. Barely he noticed how his head fell back, his mouth snapped open for breath but only loud gasps burst forth, spiraling to a low moan. He melted off the chair and onto the floor, feeling heavy, happy and elated. Everything was brighter, sharper now, he could feel his skin breathe freely, the hairs in his neck standing up. As Sephiroth´s arms felt strangely empty when he came down from his climax and he could still feel Yazoo underneath his fingertips, he sluggishly pulled him back up into his lap.
There they sat, clinging to each other, finishing the act with another few small kisses to their swollen, saliva and sperm-wet lips, their warm cheeks, whispered affectionate, breathless nothings.
But this wasn´t happening; it wasn´t even a "what if" moment.
It was just a second, a fleeing nonexistent possibility that gleefully danced before Sephiroth´s inner eye before it evaporated.
Then he blinked and the 'be crushed or stay alive' moment rolled over them like a massive, steaming locomotive.
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Zack was waltzing through the sun flooded living room with easy strides, hands forming a megaphone in front of his moving mouth.
"SEPH, DO YOU WANNA START PRACTICING?"
The teenager poked his head around the doorway into the kitchen, searched the room for their gifted guitarist and found him seated between a few dirty pots and dried spaghetti clinging to every possible surface.
Yazoo was there as well, the two of them separated by a chair that apparently had tumbled over, the sound of metal hitting tiles still vibrating through the air.
Zack let his hands sink down, the three of them staring at each other with varying shades of surprise donned to their faces. From Zack´s standpoint, it looked like Sephiroth appeared slightly panicked, Yazoo was shocked and maybe Zack himself looked uncomfortable as if he had walked in on a private moment. Maybe the brothers had had a fight? Would explain the overthrown chair...
There was another moment, namely the infamous 'awkward-moment,' but Zack shrugged it off with a natural ease. Trouble always fled his presence, such a sunny boy he was. With the obligatory scratch of his head, he put a hand on his hip, presenting a sheepish grin.
"Sorry to interrupt you, just wanted to ask if we can start practicing but if you´re busy, we will wait of course."
"I am fine. Let´s go." Sephiroth bent down to set up the chair and when he straightened again, whatever concerns he had had before were just wiped off his face.
"Cool."
The two boys left for the cellar, Zack sharing his new song ideas with great enthusiasm. Angeal and Genesis had found their way inside as well, the latter briefly stopping by the kitchen door when he noticed Yazoo.
"You don´t happen to need some help with that poem assignment of yours. Do you?"
Instead of gratefully jumping Genesis for the boy´s generous offer of sharing his expert knowledge, Yazoo looked as if he just had been threatened and wordlessly fled the room.
Genesis looked after him vanishing upstairs, open-mouthed. Then he shrugged and followed the others into the makeshift rehearsal room.
Tbc?
Review replies:
Soyna: Aw, yeah XD Cloud is a bit overwhelmed;maybe he´s no used to being the center of then with the crazy boys... They were not quite caught, luckily, but they could have! And Genesis so would have thrown a fit -.-
natzilla: You know,when we moved to the westpart of Germany, we came to experienc3 that strange custom first hand! They really eat their spaghettti with ketchup here O.o But luckily I went back to the east part, I luff ma good ol´tomato sauce with little beacon, onion, cream and tons of tomatoes :P Though if it was Seph to serve me his cold spaghetti with ketchup. Not sure if I could resist.
Oztan: They only got almost caught, this time they were lucky! Yeah, litle Kadaj knows exactly how to handle his brothers XD I guess he has to, to survive^^
.1: Thank you! I had much fun writing the fight XD But the poor easter bunny O_oDo you chase it around for the chocolate as well? But that´s some clever tactic youhave there, I will remember^^ I like your Angeal/Yazoo idea very much XD
Psycho Steph: You know... if they were that pretty I´d sit down,lean back and enjoy the show XD Maybe I´d throw a bucket o water at them, so their shirts get all wet... *cough*I don´t think Cloud wants to eat there either XD He might be traumatized for good. And yes, Yazooand Seph have to work something out, fast!
What do you think? Do you still want to read more about this? Otherwise I´ll just finish it next chapter, because I really have very little time right now and am in the process of assessing which stories to keep... Thank you!
Anne Voda Hijme: If Sephiroth sat across from me I guess I could pretend anything. Or at least tryy XD I think Cloud didn´t reallyget what was going on, Kadaj cleverly took advantage of him XD