A/N: You might find this chapter disturbing. Enjoy.
„We were young but I doubt we've ever been innocent."
Although Hojo heard his voice, he didn't react to it. Not that he could. His mind was still drifting too far away. Yazoo leant closer and kept an open vial below his nose.
„Kadaj was still a child. Oh, my baby brother, he was such an adorable little devil. But those monsters saw only how angelic he looked. The bulky one's grin was like yours when he realized I'm no female. And he wasn't even touching me at that time. Not yet."
The old man's nose wrinkled and his face turned into a grimace. The chemicals in the vial smelled strong.
„Familiar?" The youth chuckled. „I found it in your desk drawer. According to your notes and its label, this can neutralize the drug you swallowed. Wakey-wakey, Professor Hojo. I don't want to give you a cold shower. Would be too much trouble."
The eyelids behind the glasses started to tremble, then opened halfway. Hojo moaned again, his eyes rolling back, as if he was reluctant to wake up.
„Trouble, that's what he looked like, my little brother, having had a hot red shower. It was like a sanctity, an affusion, that little body being covered with the guy's blood. They didn't think we would mean any challenge, resistance, danger. Just like you."
Memories hit him of that certain night, while he tried to restore the professor's sobriety. They sneaked out during the night, children searching for fun. Loz told them to wait a bit and left to steal a car. Little did he know the car he found belonged to some gangster, who felt smug enough to not lock it. He was still away when the two bullies found and attacked his smaller brothers. One of them held Yazoo tight while the other one pressed Kadaj's small body onto the ground. Yazoo wasn't able to see what the man was doing to Kadaj exactly, the abandoned yard was too dark. That bothered his capturer as well, he wanted to see his buddy having fun with the boy, so he stepped closer and his grip loosened around the lithe body.
„They didn't think much at all."
Apparently the guys were drunk, because they didn't notice Loz running towards them. He kicked the bully off Kadaj at the moment when Yazoo managed to slide out off the hands of the other guy.
There was also a gun in the car Loz stole.
„Bamm." Yazoo whispered into Hojo's ear. „Squish."
The shot surprised the attacker and he almost dropped his knife. Yazoo tore it out from his hand, and with the same movement he sliced his throat.
He will never forget the sight of his younger brother, sitting on the ground. A shot body next to him. Blood pouring onto him from the other man's open throat.
„Vermins." Yazoo sighed dreamily and kissed the old man's throat.
Hojo started to cough.
The one with the sliced throat fell upon his knees in front of Kadaj. The boy was watching him die.
Earlier, Loz was afraid their brothers would scold him due to the car. Now the relief made him cry. Yazoo was smiling. But they were still in big trouble. This time it was Kadaj's turn to save his brothers. Although he knew they wouldn't be found guilty, being underage and attacked, he still made sure that nobody came to the thought they had anything to do with these deaths and car-theft. His brothers followed the child's orders without hesitation. They didn't make the car or bodies disappear but left no traces of themselves behind, as if they'd never been there. Because of one reason: not to make Mother worry and sad.
„Don't tell Mother." These were the blood-covered Kadaj's first words when he got up from the mud, and those left Yazoo's lips again while he unbuttoned Hojo's pants and reached in.
Still under the drug's influence, Hojo was awake enough to realize he's in the dim-lit waiting room, and someone started to suck his cock. His mind was too ashtray to decide whether it was an extremely pleasant dream or the more pleasant, yet unbelievable reality. With some difficulties, he lowered his head to look down.
Hojo moaned out when he recognized the silver strands. Hearing the familiar voice, Yazoo glanced up. He would have been smirking at the sight of the doped professor if he hadn't been so busy giving him a head. Hojo tried to say something but failed, the words left his lips in a bubbling mess. A long drop of saliva started to flow down slowly from his mouth.
It was a heavenly sensation indeed, a dream that had been hunting him for weeks. Yazoo kneeling in front of him, his head bobbing, his lips engulfing his member. Hojo wanted to touch his hair to pull his head closer, but wasn't able to move his arms. He moaned out, trying to focus in vain on the pleasure the boy was giving him. Yazoo was watching his face all the time, while making him harder and harder every moment. Too bad the needle, scissors and scalpels couldn't join them in the fun. Their cooperation would have made Yazoo lost his job and freedom too soon. What a waste. But the straps, the strong medical straps, combined with some stuffing came in handy.
Hojo's next moans turned louder, and his hips started to buck. Yazoo didn't stop for a second, and the cock got hard in his mouth soon enough. He had no time to lose. There were survaillance cameras on the corridor those recordings will be checked later on. If too much time had been spent there after Cloud's departure, no innocent fluttering of eyelashes and cheap explanations could save his ass from Chief Security Tseng. The guy was good at his job.
So was Yazoo.
Despite the consumed alcohol and the drug, Yazoo's devoted sucking was able to give the doctor a first class hard-on. In a few moments, Hojo's dick was standing proudly in front of Yazoo's face, the skinny hips were bucking daringly, and the loud moaning got more and more demanding. As his excitement grew, the heat taking over his body started to somehow clear his mind.
Slowly he realized: it was no dream. His favorite barwaiter was serving him, this time in a different, but very effective, professional and most pleasuring way. He wanted to touch him, to grab his long hair and bury himself deep between the plump, shiny lips. To rip off his clothes and enter him. With his cock, with his hands, with his scissors, scalpels and needles. All around and in that young body. But he was still not able to move his arms.
Yazoo's content groaning sounded like purring, when he felt the cock dripping onto his tongue. He found it amusing that not just the smell, but the taste of the doctor resembled that damned Sauvignon Blanc. Every time seeing a bottle in the future, he shall think of that cock. The boy didn't mind. Looking deeply in the hazy eyes he deeptroathed the professor. His nose pressed against the dark pubic hair that started to turn grey already. Keeping the whole member inside his mouth Yazoo started to swallow, squeezing the glands with his throat muscles. Hojo cried out, his voice inarticulate, almost animalic. He jerked between the pillows, the dangerously growing pleasure within was shaking his body. The gloved hands squeezed his balls. He was so close, almost there.
Yazoo started to bob his head again, letting the erected shaft go with a sensual moan, just to take it in again in the next second. Hojo's panting replied to the exaggarated sounds he made.
It happened at the second deepthroating when giving into the sensations Hojo's head rolled back and through the hot, carnal desire that filled his mind as a dense fog he sensed something around his neck. Something very similar to the reason he wasn't able to move his hands for. The difference was that there was no stuffing under the straps around his neck, unlike around his hands. But his dazed brain was on the way to shut off, wasn't able to alert the body in time. It was the boy who controlled that body already, and there was no way back.
The skilled mouth abandoned the throbbing flesh as Yazoo stood up, continuing the pumping with his gloved right hand. Hojo pushed his pelvis towards him, rubbed his loins against that hand. His head was moving from side to side, not too frantically but fast enough to make it difficult for the young man to kiss his mouth. Yazoo did it tough and then couldn't help a wide grin. He saw on the professor's face that Hojo just realized what was happening. Too late. Yazoo kicked the table out from under him and watched the body fall. The straps around his neck tightened and a muffled gasp left the doctor's windpipes. The sofa pillows that had been keeping the old man in a half sitting positions rolled away on the floor. Yazoo squeezed the hard cock he was still keeping as a prey, and kept working on it with his fingers. Choking on the straps that were fixed on the floating television rack the orgasm hit Hojo like a devastating wave. His legs couldn't support him. Just like his hands, they were tied thoroughly, the tight loops stuffed with towels and napkins, so they would leave no scars or bruising. The straps that were originally meant to keep Yazoo on the bed kept the doctor back from escaping the pleasure and death.
His seed poured onto the floor, leaving shiny drops on the carpet. His head and back banged against the metallic wall behind him several times, but this ramble was easily swallowed by the sound of the waves attacking the ship. Smiling, Yazoo was watching how the face contorted and turned purple. The doctor's body was shaking in spasms, trembling almost as violently as if being electrocuted, his lungs desperately fighting for air, and his eyes rolled back to white. There was no panic or fear the silver youth could recognize in the last seconds. Only the asphyxia's fatal, ultimate pleasure. Hanging on the strong medical straps the twitching and jerking of the body slowed down, became more and more infrequent, and finally Yazoo released the cock, letting it slid from his grip.
He didn't wait until all life left the professor. Time was running short, so Yazoo removed the straps and stuffing from his arms and legs, stained the man's hand with his own body fluids, checked the room to ensure he would leave nothing suspicious behind, and having grabbed his wineserving equipment he left the medical department. Without looking at it, he saw the survaillance camera from the corner of his eyes. From that angle, it was impossible to tell whether he briefly kissed Cloud when the waiter arrived. The ship was rocking hard, forced everyone on board to fight for their balance.
Walking on the corridor he remembered the ones before. The first one, whose throat was turned into a crimson fountain by him. Each of those who followed. All vermins, who got to be raid. Maybe the world got cleaner with their death, at least Yazoo's mind did so for sure. Felt right, felt relieving, easy and well, as if a job done well.
Mother never got to know. Nobody got to know. Only Kadaj.
The memory of his younger brother made him smile again. How lovely Kadaj looked back then, saved from danger, looking up at him with eyes agape, face stained with the attacker's blood. The petite angel from hell was to embark the ship in a few days. Maybe he would be sorry about missing this fun, but he surely would love to hear about it. Yazoo's vermicide actions always aroused him. Made him a little beast in bed.
The pantry was closed, Genesis must have left already. He bought the stand and the bucket to another bar's pantry and headed to the crew deck. Supplied with some coffee and a cigarette he leant on the rails and watched the waves forming various patterns behind the ship. They resembled somehow slices of prosciutto. There was a legend about a crew member commiting suicide onboard years ago. He disappeared from that very corner Yazoo was smoking in now. Nobody saw him jumping… but he disappeared. Although the sea got calmer in the last quarter of an hour a sailor approached him very soon and directed him inside. Turning around, Yazoo let the torn, sperm-stained gloves fall into the water as if accidentally. The sailor didn't notice.
He allowed Yazoo to finish the cigarette inside and closed the door leading to the open deck behind them.