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A/N: Thank you for patiently waiting for this update! In particular, these people -

Murtaghgirl - Imagine no more! Now you shall see what else Yaz and Loz intend to do together... (Btw, we haven't forgotten about Kadaj. We just can't let him interrupt /now/ because you'd all hate us and never, ever forgive us for that, lol)

Chephren - Hello and thank you so much! Glad you liked my 'homicidal fairy' line! ^__^ Hope you like this chapter too.

Bela - You're too kind! And I'm sure Yazoo will steal the scene /again/. He has a habit of doing that, the little vixen. Poor Loz just really doesn't stand a chance against him, haha.

Oh. Ohh, yes. It's coming...it's coming... Ungh...Yes, oh Gods YES! It's HERE! TEH SMUTNESS!! XD

Everybody, enjoy!

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In the last chapter: “Though I may not be inexperienced... ” Yazoo leaned forward suddenly, pressing his hips against Loz´ and trapping both their erections between them.

“You want me to show you?” he then purred, fixating his lust filled gaze on his brother´s eyes again, a playful, slightly teasing smile gracing his features again.


Part 10. Mouth.


Loz could only answer with an incoherent groan, his mind and body simultaneously trying to cope with the abrupt reality of Yazoo’s cock lodged firmly against his own. Being a guy, Loz had obviously masturbated before but having another dick side by side to his was something he’d never experienced; both hardened shafts caught and pinned between their flat, tensed bellies, throbbing together with heated pressure. Not only that but his tightened nipple was tingling in a way it had never done before, caused by the long, white fingers that swept around it so knowledgably and expertly, awakening his pale flesh with the merest suggestion of touch. Loz hadn’t believed that his nipples had any nerves in them whatsoever but Yazoo’d just proven otherwise, making them activate and crackle like the electric spikes of Dual Hound. On top of those distractions his mouth was still filled with the sweet, sinful taste of his sibling and the slow, sensuous tongue that had explored his own, Loz’s lips burning from the all-too-fleeting kiss that he wanted more of. Even his earlobe was still reacting from where Yazoo licked it; warm vibrations radiating down the side of his chiselled jaw and into his neck, as if that part of him too longed for the skilful attention to continue.

Loz’s bright green eyes had fallen closed while he savoured these unusual and decidedly pleasurable feelings. From behind his shut eyelids he felt Yazoo watching him, probably enjoying the sight of his big, brutal brother being overcome by the simplest of sensations.

With another short groan Loz cracked his lids open, his glassy gaze meeting Yazoo’s mischievous, mildly entertained one. Yazoo was smiling at him but it was affectionate – not mocking - and so Loz’s easily-triggered anger did not surface again. Instead, Loz gave a sheepish half-smile in return, understanding why Yazoo found him amusing at times. He knew he was hopeless at hiding his emotions and often gave in completely to them, switching from one to the other as quickly as the synapses in his brain fired – or misfired, depending on one’s point of view. But Loz had long since accepted this inherited fault, knowing that craftiness and cunning were given to Kadaj while he got great physical power and little to nothing in the way of cleverness and intelligence. Oh, he had some but not nearly as much as Kadaj or even Yazoo, for that matter. Sometimes Loz thought that Yazoo was the smartest one out of all of them because unlike Kadaj, Yazoo never lost his cool or went off-the-wall psycho as their youngest brother occasionally did.

As well as this rational intellect Yazoo was also given the gift of beauty and attraction, both potent and compelling, something Loz was not impervious to and was affected by just as much as any other person on the planet who gazed upon Yazoo’s flawless face and figure. However, Loz’s desire was not purely based on finding Yazoo pretty. Gods, no. It was a lot more than that. Yazoo was his brother and Loz cared deeply for him. He would do anything for Yazoo, without exception. That was the distinction between Loz and every other guy who lusted and slobbered after his slim sibling.

Loz actually /loved/ Yazoo. With all his huge heart. Really and truly loved, adored and worshipped the hell out of him.

Even if he had been touched by other men before.

Loz was admittedly a little let down that he could never be the first to have Yazoo as a lover but then again, it didn’t matter so much. Yazoo was here with him now, and seemed genuinely interested in him, and that was good enough.

“Ah, it’s okay that you’re not a virgin,” Loz sighed, bringing his hand up and absently rubbing Yazoo’s arm, the one that was slung around his neck. “It was dumb of me to even think you were.”

He gave another sigh.

“I am, though.” Loz shrugged self-consciously, a bit embarrassed by confessing it out loud. “But you probably already knew that. Besides the fact that Kadaj doesn’t allow us any free time to get laid, I ain’t got your...y’know,” – here he gestured vaguely at Yazoo’s body – “...‘allure’ thing. Nobody gives a shit about me. It’s you that they all want.”

His face settling into an intense expression - slanted brows drawn together in seriousness - Loz reached up cupped Yazoo’s cheek, strong fingers resting tenderly against milky skin.

“And so do I, brother,” Loz revealed in a low, husky tone. “But I don’t just want your body. I want ALL of you. I want here -” He touched Yazoo on the temple. “And here.” He swept his fingertips over Yazoo’s marginally parted lips.

“And most of all,” he softly continued, splaying his hand over the centre of his long-haired brother’s chest, “I want here.”

Yazoo didn’t say anything, just tilted his head to the side in that enigmatic way of his, aqua-coloured eyes unfathomable and hard to read as always. Pulling back his hand, Loz wasn’t sure if he explained that so well, as adjectives and verbs had never been his strong point, but he hoped Yazoo understood what he was getting at.

“I’m sorry for calling you a whore, Yaz,” he said regretfully. “I didn’t mean it. I was mad and... well...you know how I am. I kind of overreact sometimes.”

An apologetic shrug lifted his wide shoulders. By the way Yazoo’s lips twitched with a smirk, Loz knew that his middle sibling silently agreed with the statement. Loz regarded him for another contemplative moment and then, remembering that they were in an expensive hotel room with no Kadaj – and no clothes on – Loz’s solemn mood changed to a much lighter and more devious one, a wicked grin beginning to creep across his handsome face, eventually stretching from sideburn to sideburn.

“I’m still gonna treat you like a bitch, though.” He jokingly gave Yazoo’s butt-cheek a hard squeeze under the water. “At least I know I can’t hurt you now.”

Before Yazoo could reply or object Loz stood up in the spa, effortlessly taking his brother with him, his palms under Yazoo’s thighs, supporting him, Yazoo’s arms instinctively tightening around his neck, water and suds pouring off both of them. Stepping out of the tub and onto the cold tiles, Loz glanced side-on in the oval-shaped mirror hanging on the wall, the steamed-up fogginess of the glass having cleared enough to see water rivulets streaming off his powerful body, and off Yazoo’s slimmer one, trickling and dripping onto the floor, their skin gleaming like white stone. Their faces were slightly flushed, not only with the temperature of the bath they had just been immersed in, but their own rising ardour.

Loz liked the look of Yazoo’s long naked legs around him, wrapped around his bare waist. It was quite possibly the most erotic sight Loz had ever seen. He was fairly certain that Yazoo was looking at their reflections as well, although what the other young man was thinking remained a mystery, even to Loz. He didn’t think it was anything bad, though. Sliding his hands along the underneath of Yazoo’s thighs, Loz grasped that firmly sculpted ass in his large hands and pulled his smaller sibling closer, making their wet cocks slide together and causing Yazoo to suck in a fast breath between his teeth, arching his spine in a way Loz could never get tired of seeing. Yazoo was going to be doing that a lot tonight; Loz would make sure of it.

After all, he was still the leader and Yazoo had to do what he said.

Giving a smug-sounding, “Hmph,” to his mirror-image, the stronger remnant carried his beautiful cargo out of the bathroom and back to where the hotel bed was situated, dumping Yazoo rather rudely onto the mattress. Flopping backwards next to him, Loz stretched his massive, muscle-bound body out upon the quilt cover, clasping his hands beneath his own silver head and gazing expectantly at his middle brother, making a point of looking down at his own nudeness first and in particular, the thick male member lying on his six-pack stomach.

“C’mon, bitch,” he grinned at Yazoo. “Show me how experienced you are.”


Bitch... Yazoo couldn´t comprehend how one mere word managed to thrill him so enormously, but he didn´t waste time to marvel on it. Instead he untangled his limbs with graceful, slow movements, just like a snake getting ready to strike on its prey.

“A virgin you are, hm?” he drawled as he crawled over the satin sheets, damp hair hanging into his eyes, making him look a bit wilder than he usually appeared. “Why brother, that´s a pity that no one has used that nice tool of yours...”

Yazoo came to rest besides Loz, his head being eye-level with the other man´s navel. Casually laying on his side, one of Yazoo´s smooth legs glided sensually over his brothers strong, muscular and still wet calf.

“And you have so plentiful of it...” Cocking his head, Yazoo lifted a slender hand and let his fingertips slide over the hot, enormous flesh ever so slightly. Actually, he´d never seen any erection that big or beautiful. The pink colour built a nice contrast to Loz´s pale, immaculate white skin and stuck out like the alarmingly bright colourings of poisonous reptiles. Yazoo highly doubted that it was venom that would spurt out of it, though. His fingers trailed over a prominent, pulsing blue vein, bulging underneath the velvety, slightly wrinkled skin and followed it up to the smooth glans. The nail of his index finger dipped into the shallow slit that divided the head into an almost heart shaped form, and grazed along the path ever so carefully until he reached a tiny hole that was already filled with a white-ish droplet of precum.

Smirking, Yazoo gathered the semen on the tip of his finger and held it up for Loz to see. “Are you sure you can handle this?” he asked teasingly and then licked the liquid away, wrapping his lips around his long digit and sucking it with relish.

Before Loz had a chance to answer, Yazoo had already let go of his finger in favor of rather boldly cupping his brother´s testicles, starting to massage them with circling movements. They seemed so full and just ready to spill their load...

Propping his head on one hand, Yazoo looked up into his brother´s face, trying to see how long he´d hold out. His leg was still stroking over Loz´s and he pressed his own erection a bit harder against Loz´s hard side, to let him know that he was very much enjoying this as well. His hand kept rolling Loz´s balls in his palms in a steady rhythm, every now and then lightly squeezing.

“My, you are a handful, aren´t you?” the long haired remnant smirked breathily, when Loz still somehow managed to hold it in. He was under the impression that his brother was having a hard time though, if his heavy breathing, his cramping fists and his tight expression was any indication.

“Hn. Let´s see what else we can do...” Yazoo abandoned his posture and lay his head on Loz´s muscular stomach, his mouth only inches away from the red, throbbing head of the other´s cock.
Without even touching the hard member, Yazoo´s tongue darted out, licking the small part of skin on his brother´s stomach, right before his leaking dick. Then, slowly, he let it crawl forward, till it connected with a feather light touch against the aroused flesh. Flickering over the head with his moist, agile muscle, Yazoo gave Loz´s balls another squeeze and smirked when he felt them tightening.

As much as he tried, and as sharply as he dug his nails into his own palms as a diversion, Loz couldn’t hold back any longer. Yazoo’s teasing was just too unbearable. What they’d already done together in the spa bath – the intimate touching, the slow kissing, Yazoo grinding right against his pole – all of that tension and stimulation had built up to a critical point where even Loz’s super-human strength failed him; his struggling self-restraint vanishing like a Shadow Creeper fading back into the murk from whence it was summoned.

Yazoo had asked if he could handle this. Loz confidently thought he could. He thought he could handle anything Yazoo threw at him. He was older, stronger and bigger. He thought he was tough enough and possessed enough stamina to endure any or all of his middle brother’s tempting tricks.

Loz thought wrong.

The finger sucking, the sensuous leg rubbing against his own, the second erection digging into his side, the soft hand massaging his heavy sac, the hot flicker of a tongue across his sensitised, weeping tip...It was all simply too much to stand.

“Shit, Yaz - I can’t,” he gasped, making a face of desperation, his hands flying down to urgently grab at Yazoo’s hair. “I can’t...I ca- ...Ah, shit!”

In that split-second just before orgasm, Loz was torn between pulling Yazoo away to avoid messing up his pretty face or pushing him down, like his male instincts were screaming at him to. Fingers clenching in the dampened silver mane in front of him, Loz’s instincts won and he quickly shoved Yazoo’s head down, the tip of his dick bumping against Yazoo’s chin just as the first jet of semen surged out, smearing onto pale skin. The second jet didn’t miss the target; Loz locating Yazoo’s lips and entering them just in time, driving his spurting cock into the warm wetness of his brother’s mouth – not so far as to make him gag but far enough so that Yazoo couldn’t pull back or spit out. Firmly holding the other remnant’s head in place, Loz groaned hoarsely, his hips jerking upwards off the bed as the rest of his thick cream gushed onto Yazoo’s tongue. Gods, Loz couldn’t recall the last time he came this abundantly, feeling as though ten years’ worth of sperm was being released all at once.

Letting out one final rumbling groan, Loz let his large body relax, his climax finally finishing, though he still held Yazoo’s hair in his hands, keeping his brother’s head down there and his lips around Loz’s still-twitching shaft, his mouth full of Loz’s come. He couldn’t force Yazoo to gulp it down but Loz could make him taste it and feel how much of the liquid there was, since this was all Yazoo’s damn fault anyway. The older man was kind of pissed at Yazoo for making him lose it like that, but on the other hand, how could he stay mad when coming in his brother’s pouty girl-mouth had felt so deliriously good? That was the first time Loz had even had anything close to resembling oral sex and he should be extremely grateful for the experience. Which he was, actually. Still, for the sake of the game, he ought to at least /pretend/ to be angry.

“You little bastard. Look what you made me do,” he said scoldingly, giving Yazoo’s hair a sharp tug. “Now are you going to swallow it or what?”


Yazoo felt Loz twitch beside him and was already prepared when his brother couldn´t hold it in any longer. He relaxed his throat and took the fat cock deep in, engulfing the shuddering flesh. As the salty cream exploded into his mouth he gave a light moan. Loz really had a lot to get rid of, but Yazoo just patiently took it. He´d never allowed anyone else to cum in his mouth like that, but Loz tasted really good, so he didn´t mind. Actually he found the slightly salty, velvety liquid rather delicious...

So when Loz was finally done and relaxed his tense stomach muscles again, yanking his head, Yazoo simply rolled his eyes so he could see his brothers out of the corners. Loz looked –despite the angry attitude he tried to maintain- very much relieved and happy, a bit exhausted even, as far as his slightly clouded gaze and his red cheeks told. The corner´s of Yazoo´s lips twitched at that, but it wasn´t a mean smirk. More so a satisfied, maybe a bit proud one. He hadn´t forgotten about Loz´ earlier words, even though he hadn´t directly replied to them. And hadn´t his mouth been full of semen, he might have told Loz that he probably was the most beautiful creature on the planet to Yazoo right now. He was nearly glowing with an inner light of absolute bliss that radiated from every pore of his smooth, flawless skin. His body was most beautiful in its utterly relaxed and satiated state, and Loz´ low voice rang heavy and fully through the room. His brother certainly didn´t need ‘this allure thing’ to be compelling to Yazoo.

Loz had his attention without a doubt, but what he still lacked was Yazoo´s body. Finally swallowing most of the cum in his mouth, the longer haired brother freed himself from Loz´ grip with a swift, fluid motion so that he now straddled his lap, hands and forearms lying on the other´s muscular, wet chest. Yazoo intently gazed into the oldest’s eyes for a moment, head tilted, and his own damp hair spilling over Loz´ shoulders. Then the slimmer caught his brother´s lips again, opening his mouth and letting him have a taste of his own seed.

His fingers were lazily playing with rosy nipples again and Yazoo moved his hips again, to almost mockingly remind Loz that there was still unfinished business. He gasped a little and let his lids drop to half mast as the hard muscles of his brother´s stomach rubbed against his sensitive erection, and his fingers curled a bit, leaving red stripes on the white skin of the body underneath him.

“I do hope you still have a bit more to spill, hm?” Yazoo purred, after he had let go of Loz´ mouth and demonstratively gathered some of the cum that had spilled on his chin on his finger to lick it away, rocking his swollen dick against his brother´s body again.