Okay…maybe I lied…I didn't start right away. Sorry it took so long but I've been having troubles with my computer and had to send it back to the store for repairs, etc. Still not really fixed but whatever…Sorry for any mistakes…I'll check back in a bit for anything obvious. I've edited but I can't really find anything, maybe because I'm tired and I feel sick but I wanted to get this posted. Sorry for any mistakes XD.

WARNING- Another lemon XD; I hope you like it. These chapters might be a bit slowed down but I'll try to add more into them. I've just haven't had time to think on this story so I couldn't get the chance to write and update. Sorry.

Please tell me if you like it. Any ideas are well appreciated, even for chapters' way in the future, depending on how things go and how many are interested.

Chapter 9

By the time Kadaj came back into the room clean and refreshed Yazoo was gone. His eyes fell to his eldest brother who stood by the window. With a sigh Loz turned around and gave a weak smile to his youngest sibling.

"Where's Yazoo?" Kadaj inquired as if he really didn't care. A shrug was his only response as Loz walked up to him. "You don't know?" Kadaj said, his voice holding an icy edge to it that made Loz flinch.

"He didn't tell me." Loz snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Great." Kadaj sighed and gathered up his things, fixing up the beds and making Loz help. By the time they were done cleaning the room Yazoo was still not back. Kadaj seemingly was getting more irritated while Loz would rather be in any other place then with Kadaj. "We're leaving Loz."

"What about Yazoo?"

"We'll find him." Kadaj retorted as he left the room, into the main hall. Loz followed, remaining quiet until they were seated on their bikes. Loz gasped, catching Kadaj's attention. Kadaj opened his mouth to inquire but stopped and looked in the direction that Loz's eyes were glued to. Walking up to them was Yazoo. He looked like a mess. His usual silky looking silver hair was tangled and messy and the side of his forehead was bruised. His clothes were dirty and his breathing wasn't steady as it should be. In an instant both brothers were at Yazoo's side, helping him to his bike. They sat him down on the seat and inquired what had happened while he was out. Yazoo remained silent, his gaze cast down at the earth beneath them. No matter how many times they insisted he tell them, he remained silent. It looked as if he was going to break if he spoke and Loz stopped Kadaj from asking Yazoo anything more.

"Leave him be. He's not ready to tell us. Let's get him cleaned up."

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It had been two weeks since they had arrived at the fair size city. They didn't know its name, nor did they care. Loz worked to bring in the main income for their apartment while his two younger siblings worked at odd jobs to bring in extra. Their spare time was devoted to training, mostly until they couldn't move the following day. Yazoo had explained as much as he himself understood. None of them really liked how their situation looked but it was better then their life at the Lab where they controlled nothing. But they feared that if they lost to Sephiroth then their lives would be caged to his will. None of them wished for such a fate. It was a life behind bars with leashes controlled by a man that they were created to serve. They denied this. They wanted something more; something that they could call a life. They wanted a life where they could enjoy themselves and not have to worry about finding someone or serving someone. They no longer cared about Mother. She was someone who only cared so Sephiroth and the restruction of the planet. She didn't care what happened to them. Kadaj didn't hear her anymore. He had stopped hearing he a long while ago and he was grateful to have his thoughts to himself.

The day was dark, thick clouds coating the sky and rain pouring down, drenching the two brothers. Loz was working at the factory, lifting things that went beyond heavy that most would use a machine to lift. Loz would do the lifting himself, strengthening his muscles and getting better at it. He'd be allowed to bring back odd items that Loz would use for training, still independent when he trained. Yazoo and Kadaj still trained together, learning each others moves, testing the others limits. Today was one of the more fun days. The rain and fog made things more difficult, made them strain to hear each others movements and sense each others presence.

Kadaj weaved between the trees, seeking out his sibling. It had been five minutes since their last encounter and he had received a gash up his thigh from Yazoo's gun blade. Velvet Nightmare had been rebuilt for him, the blade piece sharper and a tad longer as well. A few other things had been altered within it, making it a little bit heavier but Yazoo adjusted, practicing often enough that the weight became unnoticeable the more he picked it up and trained with it. Kadaj noticed that they had all been improving but was dissatisfied with their progress. Sephiroth would probably be training too. He wouldn't throw away his challenge by letting only them get stronger. He'd seek his victory and he'd have them as his puppets.

Kadaj paused, pressing his back to a large tree and closed his eyes. He focused on the sounds surrounding him, listening to each sign of movement, trying to pick out which sound was caused by his beloved sibling. Yazoo had always been better at stealth so Kadaj was trying to pick up on his brothers' skills. He wasn't positive about the sounds he was hearing but one stood out to him. His instincts told him to act on it so he let his body fly. He darted forward, swinging out Souba and slicing through the left tree. Yazoo shot out from the other side, spinning around and firing at his leader. Kadaj deflected the shots, spinning Souba skillfully. Yazoo closed the gap between them, bending back to miss the blow Kadaj dealt, swinging his leg up to meet with the center of his brothers' chest. Kadaj flipped back, gasping softly but caught his footing. He brought Souba down in time to stop Velvet Nightmare from slashing his shoulder, both weapons pressing to get past the opposing weapon.

Yazoo smirked, pressing in closer. "This is fun. You're getting better."

"You are too." Kadaj said, pushing hard enough to make Yazoo take a step back before breaking away. Both brothers' stood, watching each other carefully and panting. The rain weighed down their clothing and the mud slackened their footing but they still managed. Yazoo dropped his arms to his side, sighing softly. "I think that's enough for today Kadaj. It's only getting worse out here and I still have to start dinner so it's ready by the time Loz returns home."

"Excuses…" Kadaj pouted but sheathed Souba nonetheless. Yazoo chuckled, putting Velvet Nightmare back in its holder and walking over to his brother. Yazoo patted Kadaj's shoulder as he walked past, heading back home.

Kadaj bit his bottom lip and grabbed Yazoo's arm. Yazoo frowned as he was forced to stop. "What is it Kadaj?" He said as he turned around to face the younger man. Kadaj leaned forward, pressing his lips to Yazoo's. Yazoo gasped in surprise and Kadaj's tongue slipped into his mouth, coaxing his tongue to play with his. Yazoo let his eyes slip shut and returned the kiss, pressing their tongues together and moaning softly. The kiss ended when their lungs felt ready to burst, so the two pulled away, panting softly against the others moistened lips.

Kadaj smirked and left Yazoo standing there slightly confused as he went back to where they were staying. Yazoo caught up, saying nothing. Before they went back inside they shared another brief kiss, far too short for their liking but neither complained.

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Yazoo shifted on his bed, unable to fall asleep which seemed to be his problem for the past week. His body felt slightly drained but he couldn't fall asleep. He'd be lucky if he was gifted for 4 hours of sleep. He didn't know what was causing him to be so sleep deprived but he was trying to wear himself out so he'd be too drained to stay awake. He sat up, stretching his body then relaxed. He glanced over to the other bed in the room he shared with Kadaj. Said brother had no problems sleeping at all, snuggled in his blankets, breathing softly. Yazoo smiled, glad that his brother was in such ease.

Quietly Yazoo slipped out of bed and pulled on a pair of pants. He grabbed his Velvet Nightmare and headed outside. Due to the failure of falling asleep he decided to train. His body felt lacking of something but regardless he'd still push himself to do better. He went to the forest, running through unrecognizable paths, maneuvering around trees and bushes, killing little night creatures that crossed his path. It wasn't satisfactory killing such useless things but he didn't feel up to searching for worthless humans to slaughter. He didn't feel like drawing unwanted attention.

A movement to his left caught his attention. Spinning on his heels he aimed Velvet Nightmare and gave one shot. He heard a scowl and his older brother stepped out.

"Loz…?" Yazoo frowned, lowering the offending weapon and walked up to his sibling. Loz looked tired but alert enough that he could still understand and remember this in the morning.

"Why the hell are you up?"

"I couldn't sleep." Yazoo responded defensively. He wasn't lying. Loz frowned.

"Is there something bothering you?" Always the one to worry…

"No, not really. I just can't seem to sleep so I thought I should do something that could help wear me out."

Loz sighed and crossed his arms over his chest; leaning is weight against the bulk of the tree behind him. A cool breeze swept across the forest, rustling branches and leaves, messing up the two men's' silver hair. Yazoo swiped his hair out of his face where Loz did nothing as his short hair didn't bother him. Yazoo sighed and sat down, stretching out his legs, uncaring if he dirtied his pants. He heard Loz shift and sigh heavily.

"There must be something bothering you. You haven't been sleeping lately."

"You could tell…?" Yazoo said, glancing up at his brother, keeping his face with a neutral expression though his eyes probably showed his slight surprise.

"Duh, I'm your brother. Of course I can. Kadaj can too, he just doesn't say anything." Yazoo nodded at that, noting the concern etched in his older brothers words.

"It's nothing special Loz. I'm just concerned at how strong we'll be able to get by the time we need to face off against Sephiroth." Yazoo said, his voice low, his gaze cast downwards. He kept his voice neutral, not letting Loz understand the extent of his worry. The last thing Yazoo intended for was for his brothers to worry over him. This all wouldn't have happened if Kadaj and he didn't sleep together. Yazoo felt guilt that pressured his heart. His thoughts would race, throwing out excuses but none felt satisfactory. Nothing satiated his mind. His body ached for something more, something that he could blame, and something that could fix his broken soul. Their lives felt so abnormal, so regretful. Sephiroth was ruining them, ruining Yazoo. Yazoo didn't like how they were living, not able to enjoy themselves. Yazoo felt like this lifestyle was drowning them, how they use to be. There were these thoughts that Yazoo had that kept him worried. He felt unworthy of his brothers. He thought that if he blamed himself, that things would be easier but deep down Yazoo knew that there really was no concrete place that could take the blame of something so large as this.

He was brought out of his thoughts by Loz scooping him up in his strong, protective arms. Yazoo blinked, his eyes linking with Loz's. Loz smiled, and carried Yazoo back home. Yazoo didn't complain, letting his body relax slightly in his brothers arms, resting his head on his brothers' broad shoulder, his long silver hair cascading over and down his arm. He didn't even realize that they had reentered the house until he felt his body being lowered onto his soft bed. His eyes wouldn't open; they felt weighed down but an unfelt force. He felt his hips being lifted and his pants being tugged off, hearing them hit the ground at some unknown distance. He felt a heat cover him and he welcomed it. He heard movement, some words that his mind didn't register before he fell asleep.

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"Ne, wake up sleep head." Kadaj's voice echoed in his ears, disturbing him. Yazoo groaned, reluctant to open his eyes, afraid that he'd never sleep again. A pain shot through his arms as fingers pinched his flesh. He yanked his arm away, sitting up. He rubbed the abused spot, his eyes narrowing at his younger sibling who smirked in triumph. Kadaj straightened up and left the bedroom. Yazoo sighed, feeling irritated. He glanced at the clock and frowned. It was an hour past noon and he realized that he slept in. He shook his head and rose. He trailed his hand through his silver hair, groaning as he felt the texture of it. He sighed and went to the bathroom, starting up a shower.

He entered the kitchen, feeling refreshed from the shower. Loz was gone at work and Yazoo made a mental note to thank his brother when he returns. Kadaj sat on the couch, cleaning the double blades of his sword. He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at Yazoo before turning back and continuing what he was up to. Yazoo ate a quick breakfast before picking up his gun blade and cleaning it as well. He knew he should have done it last night but he fell asleep in his brothers' arms. He frowned, realizing he didn't have to do much at all. Velvet Nightmare had already been cleaned and reloaded. He heard Kadaj snicker and Yazoo looked over at him.

"I already did that. We take care of you quite well done we?" Yazoo nodded, putting Velvet Nightmare in its holder. He sat back on the couch, sighing contentedly. He closed his eyes, listening to the swipes that Kadaj made with the cloth he was using. At some point Yazoo dozed off. Pressure on his thighs, breath against his lips awoke him. Kadaj straddle his hips, his lips ghosting over Yazoos'.

"Tired, brother?" Kadaj teased, flicking his tongue over Yazoos' soft lips. Yazoo gave a lazy smile, flicking his own tongue out to play with Kadajs'. It had been a while since they indulged in pleasurable acts. Yazoo usually rejected Kadajs' advances but Yazoo felt that Kadaj deserved this. He knew that Kadaj was still young and growing; his sexual needs more pressing then his own.

Tongues intertwined between a pair of soft lips, rubbing together, mixing saliva and eliciting twin moans. Hands roamed, deftly removing all the unwanted attire and began exploration of heated flesh. Their hands mirrored each other; moans being drawn out as twin nubs were rubbed and massaged, lips pressing together to muffle the arousing sounds. Their mouths molded together, tongues exploring the wet mouths of the other. Hands descended simultaneously as if they thought as one. Fingers traced the lightly muscled stomachs, little gasps escaping Kadaj's lips as he was more sensitive there. Lips curled into a soft smile as Yazoo twirled his fingers across the smooth skin, making Kadaj arch, head tilting back with a light breathy moan. The exposed neck was ravished by Yazoo's soft lips, tongue dragging over the silky soft skin before he began to suck, making a few love marks on the light skin.

Not wanting to leave his gorgeous lover out, Kadaj caught Yazoos' face with his hands and guided their mouths back together, passionately kissing until air was needed. Lips parted, both males panting heavily but their tongues still flicked out, pressing together in a make-shift dance. Hands mirrored again, stroking down sides, feeling each curve and squeezing gently on smooth hips. Nothing held them back from going further, exploring heated flesh, stroking soft skin, sending waves of pleasure flooding through their hot bodies. The couch was ditched for lack of space. They spread out on the floor, Yazoo brazing himself up over the younger male. Hips ground together, arousals rubbing together and bringing moans past wanting lips as they kissed again, tongues plundering into the others' mouth. Kadaj dragged his hands over Yazoo's hips to the curve of his back and gently dragged his nails up his back, scratching lightly. Yazoo moaned in response, back arching against his lovers touches. He pressed their chests together, his hands trailing up Kadaj's sides and over his chest and up to his neck. He massaged his collar bones before removing his hands for his mouth to descend on the soft flesh. He nipped gently, rubbing his tongue against his skin until a dark bruise like mark met his lips. Smirking, Yazoo drew back to look at the mark. He didn't get much time to look as Kadaj tangled his hands in Yazoo's long hair and tugged his face down for another kiss. It was wet and sloppy but neither cared much.

Kadaj brought one hand to Yazoos' mouth, pressing his fingers to his lips. Lips parted, allowing the digits inside. His tongue swirled around the slim fingers, making them wet. Kadaj hissed in pleasure as Yazoo sucked on his fingers. Eyes slipped shut, lips parting in alight gasp as Yazoos' tongue traveled over his fingers, wetting them with his saliva. As arousing as it felt Kadaj removed his fingers from that sinfully delicious mouth. Yazoo pouted but a smile still graced his lips, his cheeks heavily flushed. Kadaj, in a much similar state, moved his wet hand between their bodies, his hand brushed Yazoo's erect member. Yazoo moaned, hips thrusting down. Kadaj groaned, giving Yazoo a stare that made the other still his hips to make it easier for Kadaj. Kadaj smiled, moving his hand between Yazoos' thighs to the hole. He trailed his fingers over the tight entrance, a small moan escaping Yazoos' lips. His eyes fell to half lidded, glazed over with lust. It felt so good but he had to control his urges.

Fingers rimmed for a few more seconds, teasing the impatient one on top. A finger slipped in with out any prior warning, muscles clenching around it at the shock of intrusion. The finger squirmed around until a second joined it, scissoring and stretching the tight ring that hadn't been touched recently. Yazoo moaned, feeling only discomfort, not pain. His inner walls were stroked, as his entrance was stretched. Fingers pressed in deep, fingertips brushing a very sensitive spot that made Yazoo arch his back, muscles clenching and moan. His spine tingled with pleasure, his blood feeling on fire as that spot was continuously stroked. A third finger joined the other two, and helped to hit that spot, making Yazoo fall into euphoria like state. Yazoo's hips rhythmatically rocked against Kadaj, erections rubbing together, their hot bodies demanding more pleasure.

No matter what happened they always loved to be together, whether having sex, talking or just being in each others presence. It felt good to know that they had each other, which they could freely love each other but their only lasting problem was Sephiroth. Neither of them had traces of him in their minds at the moment, their thoughts consisting of each other and their pleasure. Sex was one of the things they could do for relief, for time together, and for enjoyment.

Impatient, Yazoo clenched his muscles, indicating to his lover that he wanting something else inside of him. A chuckled emitted past cruel lips. Kadaj would have denied that for a while if his own need wasn't so great. His body ached for tight heat to surround him from all sides, having been neglected from this act for some time now. Kadaj pulled his fingers free, hearing a whimper of disappointment come from his brothers' lips. Yazoo shifted, lifting himself up. He held onto Kadaj's hips as he felt Kadaj's member pressing against his entrance. Kadaj braced Yazoos' hips, one hand leaving his hip to guide his member into Yazoo who was in a crouched position over his groin. From his spot bellow it looked so erotic to have his lover impaling himself on him. Kadaj wasn't given time to think as the tip was pressed past the tight ring of Yazoos' body. Groaning, he had to resist plunging into that tight heat that felt like it was swallowing him. Yazoo didn't stop though, not needing much time to adjust. He continued to lower himself, sheathing Kadaj completely inside him, his tight heat enveloping Kadajs' length.

He moaned as Kadaj was fully inside, filling him to the hilt. He threw his head back, moaning softly, his hair flowing down his back. Kadaj squeezed his hips, nails digging into the soft flesh, leaving half moon marks but not yet breaking the skin. Bruises will probably adorn his flesh after but neither would mind. Yazoo let his head fall forward and he nodded to Kadaj, giving him the Okay to move. Kadaj helps guide Yazoo's hips up and thrust up as Yazoo dropped his hips back down. Both groaned, repeating the action several times. The air seemed to grow hot around them as they panted against each others lips before kissing passionately again. Hips moved against one another's, thrusting faster, and moving more roughly. Yazoo screamed against Kadaj's lips as his prostate was slammed into, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. He moaned loudly, driving his hips down as Kadaj bucked back into him. In one swift movement Kadaj tipped Yazoo over onto his back. Hitting the ground, Yazoo groaned, not really caring. Kadaj brought Yazoos' legs up over his shoulders and continued to pound into him. Kadaj squeezed his thighs as he moved in and out of his lovers' body.

Yazoo moaned for Kadaj to go harder, and was rewarded with his request. The room filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin as Kadaj fucked Yazoo. They were so lost in their pleasure that they didn't even notice their older brother had walked in. With raised eyebrows Loz seated himself on the couch, watching silently. He was amazed at their disregard of the location of their sex.

Yazoo's hand slipped down between their sweaty bodies and he began to pump his neglected length, bringing himself closer to climax. Kadaj moved one hand to join Yazoos' and together they moved closer to release. Their thrusts became more urgent and uneven as they rapidly approached the edge. Yazoo threw his head back, squeezing the base of his erection as he came over their hands. His muscles clenched around Kadaj's thick shaft and unable to hold back, he pushed in far as he could and released. He panted heavily, collapsing on top of Yazoo, gently kissing his neck, tasting his sweat. He didn't mind though, he felt too good to care about much of anything. It had felt so good and he could tell by the satisfied look on Yazoo's face that Yazoo had thoroughly enjoyed it as well. Neither cared that they were covered in sweat or their release as they held each other in a warm embrace. Yazoo could feel some of Kadaj's release dripping down his thighs but he didn't mind. They'd clean up once they've calmed down. Both were still unaware of their brother watching them with a smile on his face, shaking his head slightly.

Until next time…