Bored

A/N: Hello and thanks again for reading this lil fic of ours! Special thanks to miau, fyrbyrd & bela for their comments. I know you're all impatient for the 'real' smex but I would like to point out that in this restaurant we don't serve fast food. Schwaerze and I are the Master Chefs and our unique, individual dishes are prepared with painstaking detail, hard work, love and special care and this all takes time to prepare. If you want some quick deep-fried McSlash there are plenty of cheap, greasy fics out there but if you want fresh quality yaoi of the highest standard, you have to wait a little longer to get it. In the meantime, have some candy!

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Part 11. Lollypop.

Loz’s rippled belly tensed once more as he felt Yazoo brazenly rubbing on it. He even felt a smudge of moisture slicking across his skin, originating from just underneath the tip of Yazoo’s neglected male rigidness. Loz was still somewhat astonished that he could have this kind of effect on his own cool, composed brother, who usually didn’t get affected by anything, least of all by someone else’s desire, something he must be thoroughly used to and utterly bored with. For Yazoo to start seeping pre-sex fluids meant that he was particularly turned on, just like Loz had been only a minute or so ago, before Yazoo quickly and capably took care of that problem for him. The bigger remnant was eternally appreciative for the draining release that Yazoo gave him as it had left him feeling a lot less tense and a lot more tranquil; a lot less angry and frustrated and a lot more sated and calm. Without all those raging emotions boiling around inside him, he could now focus on experiencing what was happening here between them, how he and his remote middle sibling were becoming closer; their familial bond growing deeper moment by moment.

Swallowing somebody’s spunk could be classified as bonding, right? Especially if you shared it with the person it came from?

Loz thought so. The saltiness of his own essence remained in his mouth from where Yazoo kissed him and let a little of the liquid trickle into his opened lips. It hadn’t tasted bad at all, really – sort of like seawater; briny and organic, but not unpleasant, the thick fluid rapidly melting on his tongue. It even had a tiny smidgen of sweetness in it, something that surprised Loz as he didn’t think he had any in him at all. Yazoo seemed to enjoy it, judging by the way he swiped a smear of the substance from his chin and licked it from his fingertip, like someone lapping up the last bit of creamy sauce from a decidedly delectable dessert. Now the older one was curious to see if Yazoo’s had the same flavour or if it was completely different altogether.

Leaning forward and lifting his shoulders slightly off the bed, Loz cupped Yazoo’s face in his hands, gazing into those beautiful cat-eyes for a few seconds before angling his head and kissing his brother’s mouth, Loz loving the fact that he could taste himself on Yazoo’s softly parted lips. Pulling back, Loz grinned naughtily, answering Yazoo’s previous query.

“When it comes to you, my dear Yaz, I /always/ have more to spill.”

While touching himself in bed and thinking about Yazoo (butt-naked, of course), Loz usually had to jack off twice, sometimes three times in a row, in order to properly relieve his pent-up horniness. Being a big, muscly guy in conjunction with the supernatural ‘gifts’ that the dead General gave him meant that he possessed tremendous levels of energy and endurance. One orgasm was not enough to wear him out. Far from it. Tonight, he will prove that to Yazoo and hopefully, by the time this whole escapade was over, his younger brother would be the one left panting and trembling in exhaustion.

Sliding his hands down to his slim sibling’s upper arms, Loz grasped them and began to pull the other male upwards, guiding Yazoo to kneel on the bed, pale thighs spread across Loz’s wide chest. Yazoo peered down at him questioningly, his almost-dry hair hanging around his face. His long silver locks were in dire need of a combing but he looked cute and kind of rebellious with it all messy. His sex pointed at Loz almost curiously, as if it too wanted to know what was going on.

“Move up more,” Loz urged, giving an encouraging lift of his chin. “I wanna try sucking you now.”

He hesitated unsurely, fingers curved loosely around Yazoo’s elbows.

“Um…you might have to give me some directions, though...”

“I will give you directions, all right,” Yazoo smirked, his breathing going a tad faster and his voice sounding thrilled. Just as Loz had asked of him he shuffled a bit closer, letting his bottom glide over Loz´s smooth skin and hard muscles. “Lean back and relax,” he quietly ordered, with his spread fingers slowly pushing his brother back into the sheets, while positioning himself on his chest. He didn´t sit down entirely, or else Loz might have choked (despite his rather slender built Yazoo still was a fully grown man), just spread his legs on either side and carrying his weight on his knees that were settled on the soft mattress.

Instead of continuing to teach Loz how he could pleasure him Yazoo took his sweet time though, pushing his pelvis forward, his fingers curling around his proud erection and giving the other a coy look from underneath his long fringe. Idly he started to stroke his member, gliding along the hard flesh while his thumb brushed over the glistening, glowing tip, smearing some of the crystal droplets. Parting his lips and closing his eyes half way, the remnant rotated his hips ever so slightly, pretending that he was so lost in the pleasure that he had forgotten all about Loz.

After hearing an unhappy sound from below, he smiled though, directing his gaze at his brother but maintaining his sensual movements.

Slowly he directed his organ towards Loz´ full, pretty mouth, as he was still stroking himself, but removing his thumb from the head now, only gliding over it one last time. “Just imagine it to be a really big lollypop,” he smirked, getting insanely excited about that thought and withholding a chuckle. There was this rather kinky side of his that didn´t come out very often, but Loz might even be able to unlock it…

“Now lick it, brother...”

At the explicit instruction, Loz gulped and nodded, feeling both nervous yet ever so eager. Yazoo jacking his dick so close to him just made Loz want it in his mouth even more. He’d imagined doing this before but never really thought he’d get the chance to do it for real. He glanced up once to Yazoo’s smirking, expectant face and then lowered his eyes again to concentrate on the imminent task in front of him. What Yazoo had in his hand was just as attractive as the rest of his body; a perfect long curve of solid flesh jutting out from a soft, smoky-grey forest of fur, skin pale yet flushed pink beneath with readiness, the round end a darker red-violet colour that shone moistly with a clear coating of fluid, more of it beginning to seep from the almost hidden little slot right in the middle as Yazoo continued giving himself slow strokes with closed fingers. While Loz looked at it in enthralment, the clear stuff that Yazoo had slicked around gathered into a teardrop and slid down, towards the underside of Yazoo’s shiny knob. Loz did the most natural thing that came to him at that point in time and caught it with his extended tongue-tip, before it dripped down and fell onto his chest, the older male rolling the liquid around his mouth, testing it.

He was right about Yazoo tasting sweeter than him; the colourless substance very much like honey, and nearly the same consistency too, perhaps a bit runnier and not quite as sticky. But it did taste extremely nice and so Loz gladly did what Yazoo instructed and began to lick at the object held in front of his face, finding it easy to envisage that he was licking at a stick of candied confectionery. Sliding his hands down Yazoo’s sides to rest on his waist, Loz lapped at the head of his brother’s cock, the bigger remnant marvelling at how rubbery-smooth that part of Yazoo’s manhood was. Encircling the glossy flesh with enthusiastic sweeps of his tongue, he licked all that sweet syrup away, inquisitively poking into that small slit where it was oozing from, delighting in the soft hissing noises Yazoo was letting out up above him. He guessed those noises meant that he was doing a halfway acceptable job and he presumed that he was or else Yazoo would have made him stop by now.

Moving his head to an angle, Loz started trying to get at the sides and underneath of Yazoo’s shaft, licking over his sibling’s slim white fingers in search of more satiny skin and more hot, hard tissue beneath, wondering if Yazoo wanted his tongue there too. Shifting his hips and bending his own erection, Yazoo guided the tip of it back to Loz’s mouth, making him lap and suckle at the end again, as that was where all the nerve-endings were situated, not so much on the sides.

Lying on his back in this submissive position with Yazoo hovering over him, coaching him to lick at his dick, it felt to Loz as though they were participating in a game of Big Brother, Little Brother, only they were switching roles so that Loz was the naive boy and Yazoo was the experienced elder. Truthfully, next to Yazoo’s in-depth sexual knowledge Loz did feel like the younger one in the bed, the one who required teaching and tutoring. Yazoo telling him what to do didn’t bother Loz at all. He needed to be told and shown or else he’d have no idea what to do or how to do it properly. That’s why he asked for guidance in the first place. Fine with handing the leadership role over to his other brother for a while, Loz peeked up at Yazoo as he licked, noting the way Yazoo was staring down at him with an almost perverted shine in his feline eyes and a leering smirk twisting his lips. Something about the way Yazoo was responding to his innocent explorations gave Loz the idea that this scenario greatly aroused him; like it was tremendously turning Yazoo on to make-believe he was forcing his virginal sibling do a bad thing and commit incest with him. Maybe it was a secret kink of his, to corrupt someone young and pure. It kind of aroused Loz too and so he decided to play upon the suggestion more, to deliberately exaggerate his inexperience and immaturity.

“I like your lollypop, Yazzie. It’s better than candy,” he said in a shy, child-like voice, peeking up at Yazoo with bashful eyes. “I hope I’m licking it right.”

“You´re doing... great...“ Yazoo breathily assured, smirking down at little Lozzy with gleaming eyes. This was such a massive turn-on, he hadn´t known he was a sucker for role-playing, but whatever got them off tonight was just fine with him. And staring into Loz´ big, round eyes, the innocence in them practically screaming at him, the eagerness in his movements, the slight clumsiness simply did it for him. Pushing his hips forward, Yazoo arched his body, gyrating his hips in slow, sensual circles.

“Try to take my lollypop in now, like...” He reached for Loz´ big hand suddenly, or rather for his forefinger, guiding it towards his mouth. His own pink tongue slipped down, circling around the pointy fingertip, flicking over it quickly before he lapped at it a bit more lazy and finally hollowed his cheeks, sucking the digit in and letting go with a ‘plopp’. “...this.”

His brother´s fascinated look made him drop his lids a bit, clinging with both hands to Loz´ finger as if it was the most precious thing on the planet. Lowering his mouth again around it, Yazoo caressed it with his tongue, gliding along the underside, wetting it thoroughly. It seemed though, that Loz was a bit too mesmerized by Yazoo mouth-fucking his finger, so that the younger man had to let go with one hand and instead hold his dick and guide it back towards Loz´ lips, slightly prodding against the soft flesh, seeking for entrance.

Spreading his legs even more, Yazoo shuddered a bit at the cold air nipping at his wet skin, the breeze floating between his widened buttocks, cooling his hot flesh and his burning, puckering entrance there. There was still a wet sheen glistening on their bodies; it wasn´t so much from their bath anymore, but fine sweat mingling with the soapy water, making them slippery and glossy. Yazoo´s legs smoothly glided along his brother´s sides as he lowered himself a bit, his soft balls lightly swaying over Loz´ strong chest.

“And then,” Yazoo breathed, face impassive safe for the rosy colour that now blossomed on his cheeks, “...you´ll put your lollypop...” he guided Loz´ saliva moist finger over his chest and hard nipple – slightly hissing at the stimulating contact-, further down in a bow around his member, over his loins and under his balls that he had lifted again. They went between his spread buttocks, stroking over the perineum, until Loz could feel a hot, damp tiny hole at the tip of his finger. “...here.”

After Yazoo’s simple but highly specific directions Loz moaned a little, his head teeming with erotic images involving candy canes and donuts and dribbles of white icing, making him both horny and hungry at the same time. But he could afford to eat later, after he’d worked up more of an appetite, after they’d used up all their energy screwing, every muscle left sore and aching, barely able to lift their heads off the pillows. Then Loz would call room service and order one of everything on the menu, both of them stuffing their ravenous bellies and getting food stains all over the nice starched sheets. Eating was always high on Loz’s list of priorities but the one thing he was truly starving for right now was his brother’s beautiful body, naked, lithe, white and gleaming with an erotically induced sweat-sheen, his shapely thighs spread and erect manhood dangled right in front of Loz’s face.

Straddled across Loz’s broad chest, Yazoo held his elder sibling’s hand underneath him, the slimmer male revolving his hips in semi-circles to rub himself against one wet finger-pad. Observing Yazoo lick that finger and slide it past his luscious lips like he was giving it a blow job had caused Loz to spring into sudden stiffness again, mere moments after spending his seed into that very same mouth. The place Loz was touching felt like another pursed set of lips, like another, smaller, hidden mouth and he wanted to kiss it like one, to taste it and lap at it and sample its undiscovered delights. It seemed Yazoo had other plans, though, because he nudged against Loz’s lower lip with his cock-tip again, showing impatience, and so Loz acquiescingly opened up, taking the whole rose-tinted head in and suckling lightly, swirling his tongue around it and savouring that sumptuous sweetness again. The fluid was flowing from Yazoo more freely now and – every bit as stimulated by what they were doing together - Loz could feel his own fluids beginning to ooze out from the end of his maleness, trickling between the chiselled lines of his hard abs and accumulating in the dip of his belly-button, forming a miniature, clear pond.

Yazoo began pressing further into his mouth and Loz obediently dropped his jaw and lifted his head off the mattress a bit in order to accept more of Yazoo’s insistent entry, the solid pulsing length sliding along the surface of his tongue, across the roof of his oral cavity and towards the back of his throat. Loz tensed and furrowed his brow, worried that Yazoo would hit it and make him gag or cough but his younger brother took great care not to do that, stopping when he guessed that Loz had taken him as far as he was able to. Then Yazoo knelt there, breathing quickly, slim fingers wrapped around the base of his own rod, and waited for Loz to follow orders.

Just like he was told to, Loz caved his cheeks in, creating a snug vacuum around Yazoo’s cock, taking regular breaths through his nose so his mouth was free to work. As he kept the suction up, he stroked the flat part of his tongue along the underside of the stiff, swollen organ in his mouth, moving his head back and forth shallowly, his open lips gliding along thin skin that tugged with each pulling suck, the older remnant trying to keep his teeth from scratching Yazoo’s sensitive flesh. Whilst he sucked, there were crude slurping noises and wet, sticky sounds but these did not appear to bother Yazoo and they certainly didn’t bother Loz at all. He found those sounds extremely sexy, actually. Everything about this entire experience was sexy to him; but the fact that the cock he was sucking belonged to his own brother was the biggest, sexiest turn-on of all.

While the crystalline secretion at the end of Yazoo’s erection was sweet, the rest of the hard flesh was salty; a mix of perspiration and natural male musk, a flavoursome combination Loz was growing to enjoy more and more. Even though they had been emptied only a short while ago, Loz’s lower male organs begun to feel heavy and full once again, Yazoo’s own downy pouches resting in the hollows of Loz’s collarbones where they shifted and brushed softly against him in time with his bobbing head-movements. Though Yazoo still held his wrist down below, Loz had taken over the rubbing motion of his brother’s private portal, feeling how the tight band of muscle clenched and relaxed each time Yazoo’s dick throbbed and twitched in his mouth. Thinking of how he’s soon going to be buried far inside that tight band of muscle, Loz groaned in his throat, the sound muffled and low but clearly one of enjoyment and anticipation.

Wondering if Yazoo liked this as much as he liked doing it, Loz glanced upwards, seeking his brother’s eyes but they were covered by the long uncombed hair hanging in his face. Letting Yazoo’s dick slide out of his mouth wetly, the larger man reached up with his free hand and pushed those tangled platinum tresses aside, tucking them behind one small ear, Yazoo’s dazed-looking gaze connecting with his.

“You like this, Yaz?” he questioned, anxious to please his more knowledgeable sibling. Seeming out of words, Yazoo could only stare down at him and nod speechlessly, the flush in his face having risen higher in accordance to how wound-up he was getting, his escalating pleasure quite apparent now that the hair was out of his face. His cheeks were pink, his lips were dark red and that flush was creeping down his neck and spreading across his chest. Seeing his brother becoming so hotly excited was the most exhilarating thing in the world to Loz and suddenly, he was gripped with the overpowering urge to make Yazoo lose control, just the way he had made Loz lose it.

Clasping Yazoo’s hip with one steadying hand, Loz slid the other one from underneath Yazoo and moved it down his own muscle-rippled belly, finding the tiny pool of pre-come that had gathered in his navel. Loz dipped into it, smearing the slippery goo all over his forefinger. Closely watching his slimmer sibling’s face with passion-saturated eyes, Loz brought his slick digit back between Yazoo’s buttocks, found that secret nether-mouth and – knowing that Yazoo was not a virgin and could handle it – jammed his finger straight into it, all the way up to the knuckle. Yazoo’s reaction was electrified and instant, hips almost jerking out of Loz’s one-handed grip, his gasp loud enough to be heard by the people in the hotel room next to them, not that Yazoo’d care if they did hear. He wanted this. He craved this. This was exactly what he needed. Loz knew it, felt, it, sensed it, with every Jenova-enhanced cell in his big body. Yazoo wanted to come like crazy and he wanted Loz to be the one to make him do it.

His voice no longer that of a nervous child but of a full-grown man, deep and rumbling with raw male lust, Loz swore growlingly, “I’m gonna suck your lollypop so fucking hard, Yazoo. I’m gonna suck the sweet, creamy centre right out of you.”

And then – starting to finger-fuck that heated, clenching little hole – he engulfed Yazoo’s glistening candy-stick again, as far back in his throat as he could take it, the bigger brother’s cheeks turning concave as he sucked for all he was worth, his mouth so much stronger and more powerful than a woman’s could ever be.


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A/N: Sorry! *ducks thrown bottles and rotten fruit* Forgive me for leaving it at such a cliffhanger but honestly, I can't do any more until Schwaerze comes back from Japan and writes her next part. Hope you still liked what we've done so far anyway!