Its been almost a week since Genesis took me out for dinner, since our long walk home brought answers to burning questions. Its taken me this long to make my decision to take his advice and stand up to Him. I'm standing in the middle of the living room, taking deep breaths, my eyes are closed and I am focusing hard, reaching into myself trying to find Him, find the little corner of me He lives in. Suddenly the wind is knocked out of me, like a strong gust hitting me. And then I hear it, a laugh, something deep, frightening.
"So, you have decided to stand against me remnant."
I fight to keep my stance, my hands ball into a fist.
"Going to try and stand tall against me I see, how noble." I can feel him right in my ear. "But now you have called me to the forefront of your consciousness congratulations."
I swallow hard, "I'm the one in control, this...this is my body!" I had practiced over and over in my mind.
"But you forget, I made you." I feel his arms wrap around me, his hot breath in my ear. Genesis...help..
"He isn't here to protect you, its just you and me."
Focus Yazoo, he is a memory, a soul trapped in the life stream, your alive, push against push him back! I focus with all my might pushing from inside my mind like you would on a wall. I barely feel him move. He laughs again, "Bold little remnant, very bold." I feel his hand at my neck, pushing my chin up. Genesis...I'm sorry...
"You truly care about him don't you. You don't know him at all. He was mine too, that beautiful body of his, I've laid claim to it. Though I wasn't the only one, I was one of the ones he always came back to." I don't understand what he is talking about.
"But you wouldn't know, you lie beside him every night, and yet you won't claim him, little coward." I feel as I am being forced to stand on the tips of my toes.
"I don't understand..." I choke out.
"That's right, I never taught you did I, I never taught you the things he taught me, how to enjoy the pleasure of the body." his other is snaking across my chest, I feel him pull up my shirt. He lowers me back to my feet, keeping his hand around my throat, but not tightly. His hand continues its journey over my stomach, climbing higher.
"I created you to be perfect, more perfect than even your brothers. You are my physical perfection, the sculpt of my perfect form." his hand begins to trace the contours of my chest, ghosting over my lean and tight form.
"I know he sees it too, how he holds himself back amazes me." I feel something on my neck, his lips are caressing the veins along my throat. I swallow hard, I feel so strange, I'm not afraid, a warmth seems to be creeping across my body, especially where his hands and lips touch me.
"Just give in to my touch Yazoo." he bites down on my neck, a gasp escapes my lips as a stream of heat shoots straight to my groin. I hear him chuckle, before licking the spot, a sound escapes my lips, I can't control myself, I try to focus try to fight back but the way his hand caress at my chest I can't struggle. His hand traces my chest before he roughly takes hold of one of my nipple, squeezing it I let out a strangled sound. I don't even hear the door behind me open...
In truth, I have no idea as to what I have just walked into. I stand there stunned, Yazoo is standing across the room facing away from me, and the sounds coming from his mouth stun me, is he moaning? His hands are at his side, his head titled to one side. I close the door softly and continue to watch this scene unfold, is Sephiroth doing this to him? Is that even possible? Whatever it is, I feel my face flush from the sounds escaping those lips.
"Doesn't it feel good Yazoo, just let yourself go." I feel him nuzzling at the back of my ear then he stops and chuckles, "Well, someones home early." I'm suddenly snapped from the haze and I collapse to the floor panting.
"Yazoo!" I hear Genesis's voice and the sound of him running towards me. His leather gloved hands on my shoulders. "Whats going on Yazoo?"
"Beg him, beg him to show you."
I'm breathing heavy, I feel something I've never experienced before, my skin is sensitive and I feel a heat between my legs like nothing I have ever felt before.
"BEG HIM!" His hand reaches out and grabs between my legs, my head falls back against Genesis's shoulder and I let out a strangled cry.
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I truly don't know what to think, he isn't in pain...in truth he is hard, I can see the bulge contained behind his denim jeans. When he cries out tossing his head against my shoulder, I feel myself turn an even deeper shade of red. I can't understand what is going on, isn't this supposed to happen when he is asleep? Dear sweet Goddess save me.
"Genesis...please..." he is panting, please what? Oh dear, he wants me to...
"What do you want me to do Yazoo."
"Anything...make it go away..." It dawns on me, he doesn't understand whats happening, he has probably never been in a sexual situation. I take a deep breath, is this Sephiroth's idea of a sick joke? I move and lift Yazoo up bridal style, he wraps his arms around my shoulder and buries his face in my neck. I have to take a deep breath, I'm already hot from what I have seen, and my neck is my weakness. I carry him to his bedroom and lay him across his bed, his silver tresses fall like a curtain around him. I slide off my jacket and gloves, then kick off my boots, my eyes glued to his form, he is wiggling around uncomfortable on the bed. I climb onto the bed and lower my head to his ear.
"I need to know one thing Yazoo, I need to know you trust me, know that I won't hurt you. Do you trust me Yazoo?"
"I think so..."
"That's not good enough, I have to know you trust me. I can't help unless you trust me."
He gasps and bucks his hips. "Yes! Yes I trust you!"
I hiss as his leg grinds against me, I take a deep breath and compose myself. Very funny Sephiroth, pervert. I stroke the hair out of Yazoo's face before leaning down and gently kissing at his neck, he shifts his head to allow me more access, soft gentle noise escaping his lips. I move up and nibble gently at his earlobe. His hands are gripping at my bare arms, I try and watch his face closely for any signs of discomfort. Those pale pink lips barely parted, I've dreamed of them for days now. I release his ear and bring my lips to gently cross his, testing him. He doesn't respond except he opens his eyes and the milky green orbs dart about.
"No one has ever kissed you before..."
"No..."
I'm his first, an honor truly. I lean back down pressing my lips against his once more, gently kissing those delicious pale lips. He tries to mimic my movements, and I take his bottom lip gently between my own and suck on it. When I pull away, I just stare down at him.
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"
He just seems to roll his head to the side. I run my hands down his clothed torso, I've seen his body, at least most of it, the creamy perfect pale skin. I push his shirt up and coax it over his head. I lean down and begin kissing at his neck again, this time carrying my lips down, across his collar bone and down onto the smooth plane of his chest. I take one of his rosy pink nipple into my mouth and suck on it gently, once again watching his face. He lets out a soft moan, and I continue till it stands hard underneath my tongue, then I move to the other repeating the previous motions. His hands are gripping my arms tightly, I can hear his light panting. Once this nipple is like the other I once again begin my journey south, planting soft kisses over his flat stomach and further down. I come to the top of his jeans, I sit up a bit forcing him to let go of my arms as I undo the button on his pants, I pull down the zipper and begin to slide the denim off his long legs. My hands trace all the way up his legs, much like his predecessor, and myself, he posses little body hair, his lean strong legs are silky smooth as I trace across his knee slowly reaching further north. I trace along the hem of his black silk boxers before tugging at it, pulling it slowly down his thighs. His erection bounces free of the elastic waistband and I hear Yazoo gasp. I guide the fabric to join the others on the floor, and soon will my undershirt to join them as well. I sit up tall straddling Yazoo's lower legs and examine the body beneath me, he is truly a sight of beauty, while smaller than Sephiroth he still posses many of the same features that made him stunning. Now was the moment of truth, I take a deep breath, not sure of how Yazoo was going to react to me moving to the next step. I reach out with my right hand and softly palm at his weeping erection, eliciting the most delicious moan from the boy. I wrap my hand around him and slowly begin to stroke it, his head tosses to the other side his eyes sealed shut. He isn't huge, but like his creator, he is slightly above average, especially for being such small framed.
I shift my position and lay down, propping myself up on my elbows, I think back, how long has it been? How long since I had one anything like this? I come to the number 11 almost 11 years, and I feel it, my own need is painfully evident, but right now I have something more important than my own selfish need. I keep using my right hand to keep him steady as I lean down and run my tongue around the tip of cock, I hear him moan again and smile before taking only the tip into my mouth.
I feel as if my body is going to explode, I don't understand what is happening but please don't let him stop. The feel of his mouth on my skin, everywhere he touches feels like its on fire.
"He's talented with his mouth isn't he?" I can't even find words to argue or answer him.
I feel slightly uncomfortable when he begins to remove my pants, then my boxers, I gasp as the cold air touches my overly sensitive skin. Then he touches me, the feeling of his hand on me, wrapping around my rigid member, it feels good, I don't know why, but it does. Then something warm and wet wraps around it, is that his mouth?
"He's very talented at this, just sit back and enjoy my little remnant." He coos in my ear, I can't even think, what he is doing feels amazing, my body seems to just melt under his mouth. Soon I feel more of the warm delicious wetness around me, he is going further down my member, bobbing up and down. I feel a deep heat boiling in my gut getting hotter and hotter till I feel like I am going to explode. My hand winds down into that soft hair and then I do explode my hand tightens on his head, my hips buck up as deep as I can into that sweet warmth and I feel something pour from my body. Before I can even think again I collapse to the bed gasping, panting.
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I didn't expect him to last long, but I also didn't expect him to push me down like he did, thankfully I know to relax my throat enough not to choke on him. I swallow his seed and lick what remains off him before I sit up and look down at him. I unfasten my pants and pull my own aching need out, stroking it as I watch him panting beneath me. Sweet Godess how I want to claim him, I stair at him through lust hazed eyes, we've gone this far with no trouble, what could it hurt trying to go further? I climb off the bed only to strip away pants and boxers and open the drawer to his bedside table, yes there are "Supplies" in this drawer, I didn't know if he would ever need them for his own private use, I never expected to be using them WITH him. I climb back on the bed and lay beside him, I stroke stray hairs from his face, his breathing has come back to normal, I nuzzle at his ear.
"I want to do something else with you, but only if you want. You can tell me to stop anytime."
His hand finds my face and strokes the side of it gently, "I trust you Genesis."
Its all I needed to hear, I lean over and kiss him once again, this time probing my tongue across his lips begging entrance. After a bit of coaxing he parts his lips and allows me entrance, my tongue explores his mouth, tasting him as I climb across him again his tongue soon intertwines with mine and we share a heated moment. When I pull away his eyes are darting wildly.
"What is that?" his hand wanders between us and he gently grabs at my own erection, I can't suppress a deep moan. "That's me." I let him trace his hands over it, withholding my desire to flip him over and shove it inside him. Soon I have to pull his hand away from it, and lean down to kiss him again. I move down his body and reposition myself between his knees, I lay his legs across my thighs and pick up the bottle of lubricant I had tossed on the bed earlier.
"Your going to have to relax or this will be uncomfortable." I wet two of my fingers with clear fluid, I then spread his pale cheeks and find his entrance, first I circle it gently with one finger, before trying to push past the ring of muscle. I watch his face, intently watching for any signs of discomfort, he gasps when I begin to push the finger in, I wait, barely to the first knuckle. When I feel him relax I push in further, when I find no other signs of discomfort I begin to move the single digit in and out of him.
"How does it feel?" I ask him.
"Weird...not bad..just weird."
"It'll get better, I promise."
He nods, after a bit longer I insert the second finger I hear a moan from him. That's a good sign, I push them in and out of him in a slow rhythmic pace, I see him begin to harden again. I begin to scissor my fingers, stretching his tight entrance. After a few minutes of preparation I pull my fingers out of him, drawing a whimper from him that makes me smile. I take the bottle once again and coat myself, setting it down, I lean up to his ear.
"Now listen to me, this is going to be uncomfortable at first, I'm going to take it slow, and you tell me when your ready alright?"
He nods his head, and I lift his legs up higher on my legs, I position myself at his tight entrance, taking a deep breath I push barely the head inside him. He instantly tightens up and I have to use every ounce of will not to just keep going.
"Don't tense up!" I'm panting, "It will make it worse."
"I'm sorry..."
"Don't be sorry, its alright, its normal. Just relax." I take my free hand and begin to stroke at his renewed erection, causing him to relax and moan. I try again, pushing slowly and gently into his virgin body, I pause about halfway in to let him adjust, his eyes are squeezed tight, and I stop stroking him, reaching up to touch his face reassuringly. After a little while I once again begin to push forward inch by painstaking inch, it truly is taking every ounce of will not to sheath myself all the way inside him. I remember what it was like my first time, and it takes a gentle hand to make it pleasant. After what seems is eternity I'm finally all the way in. I lean over him and kiss his lips again, "It's alright, your doing wonderful."
He wraps his hands around my head and pulls me down for another kiss. While he is distracted kissing me I pull out just a little and push back in, I feel him moan into my mouth, and I take it as a sign to continue. I keep moving in and out of him, pulling a little further each time until I form a steady rhythm. He finally breaks our kiss letting out a cry I can't quite place. His face turns up in pleasure, panting wildly. He is so tight around me, it takes all of my training and skill to not orgasm right then, I want it to last, I want to show him what it means to feel pleasure. Then I find it, I nail the spot and I can tell by how his back arcs off the bed and he lets out another deep moan, I aim for it, trying to hit his prostate again and again.
It didn't quite hurt, but it was very uncomfortable at first, but like everything else he does for me, he is gently and patient, and once he is all the way inside me what little pain there was subsides. When he begins to move inside me, I don't know what it is, but it feels good. Then he hits something inside me and it sends a shock of pleasure through my whole body, again and again he keeps hitting that one spot and I feel as if I could explode once again. I feel one of his arms wind underneath my back and pull me up, straddling him, I wrap my arms around his neck as he continues to pound into my body, then I feel something behind me. Its Him, he is behind me, pressed up against my back, his hands snake across to my chest and begin to stroke my nipples I can't help but writhe under them, my sense are being overloaded.
"It feels wonderful doesn't, to have him buried so deep inside you. Making your body sing with pleasure?"
"Yes! Yes!" I can't help but cry out.
"Sweet Goddess Yazoo, your amazing." Genesis pants in my ear. His pace speeding up, pounding deeper and harder into me, it feels so good.
I feel one of Sephiroth's hands snake down my body between my legs to my own neglected need and he begins to stroke me, I throw my head back, moaning wildly.
"Come for him Yazoo, show him how much you enjoy him, let him know how good it feels."
I don't last long under his strong hand, once I again I erupt hot sticky fluid pouring over my stomach, my whole body tensing, I hear a deep sound from Genesis followed by my name before I feel a warm fluid fill the inside of me. In a moment Sephiroth is gone, I'm holding onto Genesis for dear life, both of us breathing hard. After a moment I feel Genesis lowering me down slowly before pulling himself out from inside me, he lays down beside me, draping one arm over me.
"Are you ok?"
"Yes." I'm so very tired at this moment.
"I'm not sure I want to ask what brought this whole situation on, not that I'm complaining."
"I tried to stand up to him..."
He starts laughing and rolls over, "Sephiroth you are one perverted bastard."
"He doesn't even know."