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Chapter 5
"Ka...daj..." A weak voice, practically a whimper, called out through the fading smoke, and through the heat of the burning flames. Yazoo dragged his bruised, cut and bleeding body over to the still figure of his younger brother. He nudged him slightly, trying to find life in the still form. A groan escaped Kadaj and he started to cough. Yazoo too found it increasingly difficult to breath. Grabbing Kadaj's arm he started to drag him away from the flames of the one put together bike. Kadaj, with some difficulty, yanked his arm free and dragged himself beside Yazoo until both felt clear enough from the heat and smoke to stop.
Yazoo sat up, his body stiff and aching. He hissed as he slowly undid the zipper of his suit and peeled off the leather sticking to his bloody skin. He let the coat drop to the ground and he sat there in just his gloves, pants and boots while letting his cuts get some air. He saw Kadaj doing the same and finally the younger looked up.
"This is fucking insane." He said, anger evident in his sharp tone. Yazoo nodded and got to his feet. Still cursing, Kadaj did the same, dusting his pants off but they were practically shreds as his legs took the fall before his head had hit the ground where as Yazoo's back took the brunt. "Let's hurry and get out of here before Sephiroth finds us and dismantles us piece by piece." Kadaj was already walking off by the time he finished speaking and Yazoo followed, unquestioningly.
"What I forgot earlier…He'll find us. You know that right?"
"Hmm?"
"Sephiroth will find us. We can't hide from him. Only run."
"Why is that?"
"We were supposed to be him, and we'll always be connected to him."
"Then we'll just have to break that connection."
"How!" Yazoo was getting mad now. Kadaj was being too simple and the likeliness of them actually destroying Sephiroth was highly unlikely. They had failed so far and Yazoo had large doubts of future victory. Kadaj whirled around, hand lashing across Yazoo's face.
"Don't get so snappy at me. I don't want to hear anything from you." Yazoo fell completely silent. Kadaj had one of his mood swings and Yazoo knew better than to cross him now. In silence, the two silver haired young men walked through the dusty fields, letting the wind slap at their faces and sting their open wounds.
"Use a potion if your wounds are bothering you too much."
"I don't have any with me."
"…oh." Kadaj stopped, turned to his brother, and handed him the small bottle he carried with him. "Use some of mine then."
"And what about yourself?"
"I'll be fine for a while." Kadaj said, obviously bored. When Yazoo felt satisfied he returned the bottle to his impatient brother and waited as Kadaj decided he'd use it too. The two hurried, after the bottle was put away. They spent the rest of the day hurrying through the wastelands, tired of the heat and lack of clothing. Way into the night they finally reached a small city, somehow still all in one piece. The streets were deserted as it was night but the lights of the nearest hotel were still on and they went in. Yazoo faintly wondered if Kadaj would kill the guy at the front desk or threaten him but to their surprise the guy was already dead. The old man was face first across his desk, his blood dripping over the desk and spilling onto the tiled floor, landing with little echoing drips. Kadaj slipped forward with cat-like grace, stopping just short of the little pool of blood before dropping into a crouching position and dragging his finger tip through the blood.
"Cold so it's not recent."
"I wonder if he's here." Yazoo wondered aloud catching the sharp look that crossed his brothers' face; whether it was fear, shock, or annoyance, he couldn't tell. Kadaj stood, stretching slightly before wiping his bloody finger across the mans shirt. Cautiously the two silver haired men took a key and found the matching room. The two entered, not bothering to flick on the lights. Both were beyond exhaustion and stripped of their outfits before slipping into the bed, keeping close to each other. "Sephiroth is probably here."
"Probably. He could let us sleep?" Kadaj murmured into Yazoo's neck.
"Or kill us in our sleep."
"Doubt it. That's not as much fun as making us run." Kadaj fell into slumber before he could hear or respond to any of Yazoo's' negative suggestions of how Sephiroth would approach them. Sleep was a welcome comfort for both. Their bodies seeming to mold with the mattress and each other while their aching bodies recovered from their excessive movements and fights. Yazoo woke to an empty bed. Suddenly he was wide awake and off the bed, hurrying to find his clothes.
"Don't put those on. They're useless." Yazoo spun, silver tresses falling across his face, as he saw Kadaj come through the door, a small bag in his arms. Yazoo frowned, taking in his brother's new outfit. He wore new leather pants and a loose black tank with black, thick straps spiraling down his arms and wrapping around his palms. He grinned as Yazoo tore his eyes away, digging through the bag to find his pair of clothes that Kadaj had gotten him. Yazoo dressed in the same black pants but his shirt had no straps. Over the 'tube top' he had a netting shirt, with holes at the end of each sleeve for each finger. He looked up at his brother who had a sly grin plastered to his face.
"I love the look on you…" He practically purred, walking over in that sexy manner of his, torso slightly emphasized, head tilted forward ever so slightly. Yazoo pursed his lips together in a slight pout but allowed his brother to circle him, eyes roaming over his body.
"Why'd you leave with out waking me?"
"I knew you'd be fine and besides, I found out who killed the old man of this hotel."
"And are you going to tell me who?"
"Why, when they're right here…" Kadaj said as he stood behind Yazoo, arm reaching out to point at the door. Stepping into the door way was Loz, looking just as buff as ever, a grin on his face.
"Loz!" Yazoo shot forward, throwing himself into their eldest brothers' arms. "I thought you were gone!" Yazoo never truly realized how much Loz had meant to him. Loz, despite being over emotional, was very close with Yazoo not in the way Yazoo was with Kadaj. Loz was the older protective brother who Yazoo could easily confide in and now that he was back Yazoo wanted to confide in him of his fears and his desires. "How…?"
"Sephiroth missed my heart and as soon as he went outside to light the fire I managed-although I don't really remember how- to get the potion and heal myself. I honestly couldn't move much until the potion had taken effect and it only gave me enough strength to get some more. I had yours too." Loz shrugged, pealing Yazoo from his death grip. "The heat was almost unbearable." He chuckled softly but Yazoo hit him over the head making him stop.
"You big oaf! You fucking bastard!" Yazoo screamed but Loz did nothing but rub Yazoo's shoulders' letting him release his anger and his relief.
"We can't stay here much longer." Kadaj piped in catching his elder brothers' attention. The three of them left the small hotel and Loz retrieved his bike. Another was with it and Loz said he'd stolen it that morning after he met up with Kadaj. Loz handed Yazoo his Velvet Nightmare much to Yazoo's surprise but greatly welcomed. Yazoo seated himself behind Loz, arms wrapping tight around his muscular body as the engines were revved up and the three brothers left the city and were returning to their home. They had agreed to wait for Sephiroth to come to them and meanwhile train until his arrival then they'd battle him to the death. Simple but they were sick of running and Loz refused to let his emotions get the better of him this time. It took not that long of a trip to return to the highway and when they reached home it was just as they left it. The house was dark and fairly empty save for the black furniture and blood coloured walls with torn curtains and cracked windows. None of this bothered them though. It's what they've known for the longest time so it didn't really strike them as a 'fixer upper'. Immediately the three took turns showering and eating a full large meal that they all desperately craved.
Yazoo went out in the woods for practice with Velvet Nightmare while Kadaj sparred with Loz. Finally, a couple hours later, the three were all training together, fighting for dominance which Kadaj mainly had. He was most skilled when they were in close contact and Yazoo good from a distance and Loz was everywhere making catching him very complicated. All three were dressed in their familiar black outfits all changed to match their personal preferences. Returning inside, Loz went to shower while Kadaj and Yazoo waited. Kadaj went over to Yazoo who was brushing his hair on his bed, hair wet from sweat. "We've never actually finished it you know."
"Finished what?" Yazoo stated while his face was impassive and he didn't even turn to look at Kadaj who stood before him. He heard Kadaj make a 'Tsk' like sound, his hand snapping out and catching Yazoo's chin and tilting it up. Kadaj, his pale face seemed somehow calmer than it had looked in ages, his silver hair falling into his eyes, his lips slightly parted and he leaned in, kissing Yazoo gently. Yazoo leaned into the small gesture knowing Kadaj was waiting for his approval before he'd continue. Although Kadaj wasn't the patient one, Yazoo wouldn't have it any other way unless it'd be forced. But Kadaj wanted Yazoo to beg for him although it was unlike Yazoo to show so much of an emotion towards anyone. Yazoo fell back when Kadaj gave him a little push, flopping onto the bed. Kadaj lay on top, his lips crashing down again for a more demanding kiss, his tongue flicking out and lapping along Yazoo's softer lips almost begging for entry which was eagerly given. Kadaj grinded his hips against Yazoo's with long, hard thrust causing both to moan into the kiss while tongues did a make-shift dance in their heated mouths. Yazoo wrapped leather clad legs around Kadajs' hips, rocking his body up into his brothers' movements.
Yazoos' hands skated across Kadajs' back and slipped around front to undo the coat, the zipper pealing away to show slightly flushed pale skin. Kadaj moaned, pushing against Yazoos' hands as they ghosted across his sensitive nipples, while his own hand fumbled slightly with Yazoos' zipper. Yazoo grinned into the kiss, pulling away only because their lungs demanded them to breathe. Kadaj began kissing, nipping and sucking down Yazoos' jaw line, along his neck to his collar bone then down his chest to his twin nubs. Yazoo cried out as one was lightly sucked on then nipped, almost painfully but Kadaj apologized with more suckling while his left hand pleasured the twin nub. Yazoo's own hands roamed Kadajs' body, what he could reach at least. His hands skimmed up and his slender fingers tangled amongst the shorter silver hair and pulled him closer. He heard a slight hiss from Kadaj and immediately loosened.
"Sorry, brother."
Kadaj moaned his response, tongue dragging a moist trail over to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment. Kadajs' tongue swept across Yazoos' chest and dipped down to his navel, tasting the sweet taste that was Yazoo, even the sweat from their workout tasted sweet. "Oohh…yessssssssssssss." Yazoo moaned, helpless under Kadaj's swift and pleasurable movements and the hotness of his breath dancing across his firm belly. Kadajs' hand hooked and dragged Yazoo's pants over his hips, while Yazoo did as much as he could to make it easier. His erection feeling less pressured now that the restraining pants and boxers were off.
Kadajs' head moved lower and made butterfly kissed over Yazoos' pulsing erection making him buck his hips but Kadaj held them firmly down into the mattress. Yazoo made no noise of protest, Yazoo didn't want to whine but Kadaj would end up making him. It was inevitable when Kadaj was touching him so. Kadaj licked up the length, taking the head into his mouth and sucking none-too gently. Yazoo gasped, bucking again, but Kadaj's fingers dug into his hips keeping him from gagging him. He took Yazoo fully into his mouth, bobbing his head slightly, and sucking, tongue swirling around the length making Yazoo moan erotically. Yazoo massaged Kadaj's skull, tugging gently on the silver locks and pushing in rhythm to Kadaj's movements on him. Yazoo was close as his thrust became more urgent and moans almost combining into one in such a low and sensual fashion.
Kadaj pulled off before Yazoo could have his release, reaching over his older brothers' body, pulling open the draw of the night stand and grabbing the small bottle of lube. Yazoo watched with have lidded eyes as Kadaj poured a fair amount on his hands before nudging Yazoo's legs to spread further. Yazoo willingly spread them, offering his body and hole for Kadaj to take. Kadaj rimmed him with wet fingers but didn't enter. Yazoo growled but Kadaj only chuckled, kissing Yazoos' forehead before pressing one finger in and letting him adjust before the second entered. Yazoo fought the urge to buck while a third entered, stretching him, making him moan like a whore. They weren't enough. He wanted more. He wanted to be completed but Kadaj was taking his dear sweet time and his body was pulsing with such want and Kadaj wasn't going as fast as he'd like. Yazoo bucked but Kadaj didn't give any more to him, a sadistic grin on his lips.
"What would you like?"
"Kadaj…!"
"Yes…?"
"Damn it!" Yazoo growled as Kadaj stretched his fingers and almost completely removing them before slamming them back in, immediately striking that spot that made Yazoo scream.
"Gods, Yazoo, I wish you could see yourself." Kadaj purred in an almost childish but sexy voice.
"Kadaj, please."
"Please what? I want to hear it."
"You make me a child." Kadaj laughed, then realized that Yazoo was embarrassed he quieted down slightly. "Fuck me. Fuck me little brother. I want you. I want it rough. Oh gods…please!" Yazoo broke, pleading with voice, body and soul in a way Kadaj would never refuse and Kadaj almost lost his restraint.
Calmly Kadaj withdrew his fingers, coating his own erection and placing himself against Yazoo's prepped entrance. Without a word he slid in, hissing slightly while Yazoos' body arched up, head thrown back and long silver hair sprawled across the sheets. Kadaj waited for Yazoo to adjust once he was fully in, cock surrounded by the hot and wanting heat that was his brother.
Somewhere in the background the sound of water turned off but neither bothered to pay it any attention. Kadaj pulled almost completely out before thrusting back in, trying to find that sweet spot inside Yazoo's body that he'd found with his fingers. When Yazoo suddenly screamed, body shuddering and head thrown back while hands gripped Kadajs' shoulders tightly, Kadaj knew he had found it. "Yesss…" Kadaj moaned, continuously ramming that spot making Yazoo moan freely, bucking almost wildly back.
"Touch yourself." Kadaj commanded and Yazoo obliged without question, hand reaching between their hot bodies to grab and stoke his erect cock. Pumping himself in time with Kadaj's thrust, both silver haired men were in perfect rhythm with each other, moaning and grinding their sleek and hot forms together, all thoughts and worries of Sephiroth temporarily gone. Only each other mattered while everything else was obliterated from their mind with only a faint knowledge that Loz might come in on them but that was all right. He knew of their love for each other and their games. Even if he had never seen it he was perfectly aware of it all.
As both neared their end they lost control almost entirely, bucking, moaning, and just plain groping. With a cry Yazoo came over his hand and their chests and just seconds following Kadaj too came, seed spilling out into Yazoo's hot cavern. They collapsed into the sex covered sheets, breathing heavily into the others' ear while they lay in a calm embrace.
"I wish you two hadn't done it in my bed." Said Loz, coming from the only bathroom containing a shower to find the two sweat stricken, sex covered brothers' of his lying on his sheets. He almost chuckled but satisfied with a sly grin and a slight shake of his chest.
"Sorry." Kadaj said although it was clear he wasn't. Yazoo kept silent, sitting up and pushing Kadaj off him, dislodging him from his body. He quickly got up and went to his own room, getting a clean pair of his leather outfit before taking the shower before Kadaj could. He heard Kadaj scowl from the other side of the closed door but he didn't open it for their spoiled younger brother. Yazoo just turned the water on and enjoyed the refreshing liquid slipping over his hot body.
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Well there yah go. Next chapter is up. Please tell me what you thought if you liked it or not. Hopefully more action in the next chapter with Sephiroth. Ja!