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A/N: Not betaed, but I tried to turn it out more readable. Beta's help would be lovely welcome!

Chapter 2

How could I resist him? So handsome, so strong, so self-assured. By other hand I'm so unsecure about myself.

The truth is: I don't want to resist him. When he smiles, he has the power to brighten my day. I wake up happy just because I know he will be there, waiting for me. And if he would not , when he would come back home , my name will be the first that he will call for, I'm the one he will look for whenever he comes home.

That morning was not different from the others.

I went downstairs, wearing only my silk robe, loose and revealing there was nothing underneath it. Only my skin, my lust and my love. Since we were children, Loz had been waken up earlier than me. He was sitting in the kitchen's table, reading the news and when he heard my steps, he tilted his head and smiled at me in that seductive way. He stood up and came closer, whispering on my earlobe while he was embracing my waist, already : " Princess...You had good dreams?"

I came closer and touched his nose with the tip of mine, and I whispered back that I wouldn't know if I was still dreaming and he would need to help me to find it out. I gently kissed him, rubbing my warm tongue on those gorgeous fleshy lips, my heart pounding, afraid if someone would appear at the kitchen. I have to say, I developed a very acute hearing during these years with Loz. He is a manly man, who is living to and for the moment. Totally as rough and virile as the guys usually are. He wouldn't be satisfied just with a gently kiss. Or tender words. Never. And I love his maleness. I love everything on Loz, indeed. By this time, his hands was skipping under my robe, my thighs, my belly...reaching for my hard crotch.

"Oh princess...so early and you are still so horny..."

That was his comment. I said something stupid just to mock him a little bit, like if he wanted me to do breakfast for him. Surely I was not even caring for this, because I knew that our hunger were for another thing. I rubbed my ass on his nether parts, feeling the hard bulge growing up on Loz's pajamas. Usually, if we were alone at home, I would give him a blow job under the table. He tastes so good. But the natural course of our mornings were not like this…

It did not take longer and Loz pinned me in the wall of the kitchen's pantry, clinged my legs tightly to his hips and with a passionate kiss, he began his dance inside me. Oh God! I can feel so much love, flooding inside and around us during these moments. I don't care if I will go to hell, heaven or wherever the sinners like us would go after their deaths.

Our mornings were always like that. Not even our family could stop us, so we were back from our honey moon. Better saying, Loz's sixteenth birthday trip, that Mother had given to him. We were addicted to each other. We still are of course, but those days were amazing. We couldn't stop for nothing! Only a glance at Loz and I would be moaning his name. Only a small bump from me on his body and Loz would be hard.

Think about that turns me on. A lot. His face while he is ready to come, his parted mouth, his ragged breath, his grunts and moans. Loz is a talkative lover. He likes to tell me dirty words, and I love to answer him. He loves when I'm moaning, whispering his name and telling how much I love him, how much I need to feel his cock deeply buried into my ass. Sometimes he doesn't need to touch me. I could come only listening to his voice, demanding me to do it, with the hard grip of his warm hands on my ass. His eyes. Oh God, I'm crazy for those eyes. The iridescent shades of green when he is in near rupture are beautiful. Colors that no one had ever seen, eyes only staring at me, reassuring our love. "Only you princess, only you do this for me. Only you make me feel like that."

Loz said for me, that those amazing colors were elicited only by me. I believe on him.

I managed to hide bottles of lube at strategic places for us: kitchen's pantry, office, laundry, house garden, our bathrooms, and rooms, even at Sephy's office. He is not at home all the time… Someday if I would promote a hunt for the lubes, I would be surprise with how many bottles would be found out around the mansion. I won't deny that I'm a slut for him. I don't really know how are the sluts. I had never slept with anyone besides Loz. And also I don't want. I don't need. I only need him by my side. I' m never enough tired, enough sore or enough satisfied. I'm always needing more of him. More of his kisses, more of his caresses, more of his mouth. More of his big member inside me. Tough, slick, merciless of my pain although totally devoted to give me the highest feelings of pleasure and love. Yes. Love. It never was just lust. He, actually, makes me crave for his touch, but it isn't just this. I love him so deeply. I love him...I don't have words to say how fiercely is my love for Loz.

But we don't have only hard and quickie sex all the time. We have beautiful moments together too. Full of tenderness and long hours of affection and cuddling. It is just a little bit more difficult. We have to pay attention in the house's schedule or to travel together to the farm. Even there we need to be careful. A few months ago we were in the boathouse and Kadaj almost surprised us there. I don't know if Kadaj had suspected of something, he didn't speak about and neither us. I love Kadaj very much, but I love Loz more. I can't loose him. I just can't.

I would die if Loz would rejected me again, as he did in the past. Or if he would fall in love for another person. Or rather, if he would thought properly with the reason part of his mind and find out, that we are completely insane. There is no safe-heaven for us. Nothing. Though I want to believe that we could be happy together. What could I say at our defense? How could I stop the despair of love him? I can't. These bonds of brotherly love never could be broken. Mother always says this to us. Though, I know we are sharing more than brotherly bonds, we are sharing our bodies as an extension of our love.

What Mother would say if I tell her about my love? What my big brother would think about me? And my beloved little brother? I'm sure Kadaj will loathe me. My heart hurts so badly when I think about of all these questions. I spend a big part of my time quiet and mute, with these thoughts on my mind, trying to figure out a way to solve it. I wonder if I tell the truth for everyone it would be so bad. After all and besides all, this is love. I would be proving my Mother's theory: brotherly love never, ever could be broken.

Now, when I'm here thinking about all this madness, he is lying down beside me. He is sleeping like an angel. So beautiful, so in peace. His chest is breathing deeper and slowly. His pale skin, so perfect. The smooth colors of his beard around the perfect square jaw. The eyebrows, the long dark eyelashes. I always felt warm just looking at him.

I'm so happy with him and by him. Loz bought his first loft. It's big and clean with a pleasant view at the mountains and bathed by sunlight. He said he bought it for us. I'm the first person who came here. He didn't talk about it or had showed the place for anyone before me. Even for the poor Tifa.

Yes. The sweet Tifa... I'm not jealous about her, because I know after years reading books of psychoterapy, inside of my very damaged mind, that we are not supposed to be together. And Loz needs a family or a future life with someone who really cares for him . Not that anyone will love him more than I am. And not that I would let him leave me. This is insane, I know…

But Tifa is past now. He told me that he couldn't stayed lying for Tifa. It was a lie for him too. They broken up their relationship again, weeks before he had purchased the loft. He told me this morning before a very special request. He proposed me to live with him. And I said yes. I couldn't resist him. I don't think it is a suspicious attitude. I would be moving out to live with my elder brother. I'm not intending to tell people that I will live with my brother-lover, so everything will be in peace for us. I guess...

One month later, we were at his, no, our loft and mother payed us a visit to knew the place. I was almost going mad with the situation, but I behaved myself and left them alone in the living room, while I went to the kitchen. I needed to cool down and decided to prepare us some snacks.

But I'm curious and apprehensive and I tried to hear their dialogue, behind the kitchen's door.

"Oh my son...I'm very proud of you."

Jenova was pacing around the apartment. Her high heels was tinkling the white tiles while she was elegantly moving her body. The long silver hair, cascading around her shoulders and making a contrast with her black satin blouse. Her voice always serene and smooth, but her green eyes sharp and clever. I sighed when I was staring at her, hidden in my spot behind the kitchen's door. How beautiful my mother is. I envy her sometimes, her cold and controlled manner to deal with everything around her. It was as if nothing could possible touch her. Sometimes, I guess that not even us...

She took the tip of her long pearl necklace and toyed with the counts between her dainty fingers. She rested her hand in one of the chairs's back rest, and as soon Loz saw her intent, he reverently pulled the chair out for her and then sat in front of her mother. She smiled to him. Loz was her most kindly son. He was a sweet boy since he had born, was what mother always told us.

" Thanks Mother...Did you really like it? It's not so far from you and it was one of the things that made me sealed the buy."

" It's a beautiful place. A god business. So...Yazoo seems very excited with the move."

" It isn't great Mother? He is doing the furniture, decoration and all the things a house needs."

" Yes, it is my love. I saw many objects inside the rooms. It looks like a warehouse with so many books and your gym stuff. Tell me my love, will you share the same room with your brother, Loz?"

" Mother! No...The loft has four rooms. We don't need to share. It's a little bit messy for now, but Yazoo will take care of it."

"I'm sure he will. And Tifa?"

" She didn't know, yet..." Loz lowered his eyes. He didn't tell his Mother about the end of their relationship. He was so happy, so engaged in the move out with Yazoo. His thoughts were turned to their first night sleeping together, making love inside their house, with no one to disturb, with no fears to be catch by the others. The lustful mental picture about what he could do with his brother inside their house caused his cheek to blush in shame, because he was in front of his mother. He turned his head away and crossed his leg to stop the forming arousal under his pants.

"Maybe because you broke up with her ?" Jenova wondered why she was so powerful and accurate at dealing with business as she does every single day, but when it was concerned to her sons she simply lost her hands.

"Yes...I would tell you at another time. I didn't love her as I thought as I did." Loz mentally prayed for the subject die.

" I see. Well if my beloved son is ok, I'm happy.

"Oh Mother and I'm happy. Very happy. What about the open house? Yazoo doesn't want a party, only a familiar dinner."

" As you wish my son."

They changed the subject and started to talk about business. Well. I don't see any problem with this. I'm happy, Loz is happy. Mother too since the Shinra's fusion was well done with Jenova's Energy. Sephiroth is busy being the great General and Kadaj, is following my brother's steps.

Loz and me? Well Mother didn't say much. She helped us with the furniture and decor for the loft. During our last shopping for the new house, I saw her glancing, from time to time at me and Loz. Especially, when Loz made his pick to purchase the biggest bed on the furniture store. One bed. With Mother watching. Loz is definitely not so careful. Then, he took a pillow and squeeze it, testing the softness and hardness of the fabric looking at me with that typical malicious smirk on his face.

Mother need not speak, so I know what she's thinking... We have a tacit agreement with our glances at each other. One day before I moved out, she saw me crying in my room. I felt so unbelievable blessed with my future life and oddly sad in other hand that I was crying. A very rare attitude, which caught her attention. I was a little scared when she entered my room and sat on the edge of the bed, beside me. She caressed my hair and stared at me. No words. She smiled. She knew it. Though, she didn't judge me or punish me. She understood my love for Loz. She just said one phrase and I always will remember that.

"You are brothers, don't break these bonds no matter what happen". I tried to reply her words but I just cried on her lap and she snuggled me. Surely, I will never forget this.