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A/N: Schwaerze and I would like to thank everyone for their reviews and for faithfully following this story for so long, even through the uneventful 'boring' parts XD Well, this chapter is packed full of hawt action and filthy brotherfucking smex so we hope you like it and it's everything you've been waiting for! ^^

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Part 16. Come.


Also liking it steamy and hot, Loz did as he was told to and started slamming into Yazoo with more power, jolting the other’s supple body from head to toe, but not before plucking the phone out of Yazoo’s slim hand and tossing it aside on the bed, forgotten. Loz was over the whole taunting Kadaj thing. Not that it hadn’t been satisfying, telling that arrogant shit exactly what he thought of him, but pleasuring Yazoo and pounding his sweet ass was infinitely more rewarding. He didn’t even care if little brother was still on the line listening or not. If he was, Kadaj didn’t say anything, probably stunned speechless by the sudden, shocking knowledge that his two older brothers were not at a brothel fucking some overpriced whore but in a room together, fucking each other.

For free.

And for real.

There’s no way he could mistake the sounds of muscular male flesh slapping together, the wet sticky noises as Loz’s slick, glistening prick was plunging in and out of Yazoo’s tight tunnel, nor could Kadaj ignore the raw, husky moans Yazoo was producing from the back of his throat or the deep grunts that Loz made with every rough thrust. Those kinds of vocal sounds you just could not fake. Well, perhaps Yazoo could – easily - being the sly, seductive, deceiving performer that he was, but Loz was a terrible actor and liar and thus incapable of faking anything and so the low grunting, almost animalistic growling that reverberated in his wide chest and rolled up through his clenched teeth was one hundred percent authentic, unadulterated sexual lust.

If Kadaj couldn’t handle the thought of them banging each other brainless...well, too frigging bad. Loz could handle it just fine.

Realising that they had a whole hotel room to screw around in for the rest of the night and that there was no need to stick to the bed alone, he lifted Yazoo out of his lap - and off his objecting cock – and got up from the mattress, tugging a dazed-looking, flush-cheeked Yazoo with him by the hand. Loz led him to the nearest arm chair, turning his long-haired brother-lover around and making him stand at the back of it. Leaving one of those bare delicate feet on the floor, Loz took hold of his brother’s thigh and raised that leg up so that Yazoo’s knee was bent and his shin was resting on the leather top of the seat’s back-rest. At Loz’s persuasive nudge, Yazoo braced his hands on the sturdy item of furniture, leaning forward as if he was about to climb over it, the one-legged standing position granting Loz complete access to all of his slimmer sibling’s secret areas. With Yazoo’s leg lifted, Loz could see everything this way, right from the tantalising top cleft of that supremely sexy ass to what lay between it – that alluring, crinkled little opening, down the smooth perineum and along the seam of his tightened sack, Yazoo’s erect dick pointing forward and jutting parallel to his flat, muscled stomach, the hard spire of flesh swaying in time with his fast breaths.

Kneeling on the floor, Loz stroked his large palm up the back of one long, shapely leg from calf to thigh.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Yazzy,” he murmured lowly, moving his hand up to one perfect buttock, caressing it and pressing his lips once to the firm marble-white flesh. “I’ve always wanted to see you like this. To touch you like this.”

Shifting forward slightly, Loz closed his eyes and lifted his chin, seeking the place that he’d just been buried inside of. He kissed it like he was kissing Yazoo’s mouth, pausing to lick over it slowly, feeling the private lips pucker and purse in response, as though attempting to kiss him back or draw him in further. He flickered his tongue across and around the tiny tasty entryway before poking into it a few times with short, jabbing motions, relishing Yazoo’s gasps and whimpers.

Licking his lips, Loz stopped to gaze up at his brother’s needy, desire-filled face above him, at the swollen red mouth, half-opened and panting softly, at the rosily-heated cheeks, at the emerald eyes hooded and hazy with hungry wantonness, all those luscious features surrounded by a messy, tousled curtain of silver. Yazoo looked like someone being thoroughly ravaged and taken advantage of in the dirtiest, most debauched way but enjoying every moment of it.

“You love this, don’t you, little bitch?” Loz breathed, but his voice was soft so it sounded more like a term of endearment than an insult, the bigger remnant using the name with clear affection towards his younger sibling.

“My pretty bitch. My pretty brother.” He kissed Yazoo on the buttock again, whispering possessively, “Mine.”

Yazoo only managed an affirming, guttural sound deep down in his throat, between a gasp and a moan. Loz´ tongue on him was vicious and slippery and wet and oh so teasing. It drove Yazoo mad as he pushed back, really like a wanton whore, but he didn´t care. His world only consisted of rapture, until he couldn´t take it anymore and growled, “Loz... Fuck me again!”

Luckily the elder complied, though a bit more slowly than Yazoo would have wanted. Maybe it was intentional, maybe not, who cared. All that mattered was that eventually, their raw, flushed skin brushed against each other again and Loz´ fat cock slipped inside Yazoo again, making the younger throw his head back.

He pressed against his brother´s broad, sweaty chest, not only to drive that pulsing rod deeper into his ass, but also to feel the closeness. Not only had their bodies melted together as if two halves of a puzzle, creating perfect wholeness, but their minds touched as well. Loz was all around him, inside him, making his head swim, his whole body rocking and tensing on its own. His muscles tensed and relaxed, his back arched, his pelvis grinding back. Now, finally the pleasure rose to a level where he couldn´t control it anymore, couldn´t hold back and melted completely into his brother´s arms. He let go, trusting Loz that he would take care of them, abandoning all sense of self. They were one, one body, one mind, a supernova, a ball of fire expanding and just about to explode and erupt.

And explode Yazoo did. His fingers curled around the fabric of the chair, and his body snapped loose. His balls tightened and he came with a harsh gasp, hard and thoroughly. At first it felt as if his whole body was catapulted into the air, his testicles rolling up into his throat. He felt so very light and air headed, dizzy and almost drunk, just before the scale tipped over and Yazoo fell down, further and further at an insane speed. His stomach flipped, his spine tingled like crazy and his eyes rolled back from the force of the orgasm. It was pure ecstasy that simply washed him away, rushing through his being into his ears, obscuring the shuddering exclamation his lips and tongue somehow managed to produce.

“LOZ!!!”

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Kadaj’s head whipped up. His keen green eyes pierced the atmosphere, cutting through to the city he was riding towards on his roaring motorcycle, twin cat-pupils searching over the fast-approaching horizon of lights for the origin of the contact he just sensed. He had just felt them. In his mind. He felt Yazoo and Loz, connecting and bonding, as they did during a fight and their mental connection just reached Kadaj as well. It was unmistakable. It was as though they were all joined by three cords of materia, invisible to everyone else but them, and it had always been that way ever since any of the Jenova sons could remember. That’s what kept them together, kept them from being permanently separated. Even now Kadaj could almost see those cords glimmering in the darkness, reaching ahead for miles and miles, stretched as thin as a strand of human hair but remaining unbroken. He felt their pull, felt them tugging at his core, guiding him towards his own blood, to his own cells, so they could all reunite as one family again. He didn’t need to use his phone anymore or try to trick his brothers into revealing their hiding place. Both Loz and Yazoo’s presences called to him, silently and strongly, in much the same way as Mother’s called to Kadaj. He smiled in maliciously plotting anticipation, gloved fingers gripping and twisting the throttle, driving the bike’s engine harder, Kadaj lowering his platinum head against the force of the wind resisting his trim form as he rode in the direction of his destination with sure and confident purpose, a silver streak carving through the black night. The youngest remnant now knew exactly where his rebellious siblings were and how to find them.

All he had to do was follow the cords...

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In the meantime, back at the luxury hotel room, Loz was holding Yazoo’s floppy, post-orgasmic figure in his muscled arms, supporting that trembling slenderness against his wide chest, the longer-haired brother having momentarily lost his own strength with the sheer intensity and power of his energy-sapping release. He was boneless, weak and vulnerable in this state. Yazoo didn’t have to worry, though. Loz had him. Loz held him tightly and safely and would never, ever let him fall.

“Oh, baby...” Loz muttered into Yazoo’s ear in a gravelly, sex-deepened tone, squeezing his shaken sibling tighter and breathing in the perfume of his hair, which was damp with perspiration, along with the rest of Yazoo’s exhausted, overheated body.

“Watching you come, Yaz...hearing it, feeling it...Gods, that was fucking gorgeous.”

That was all Loz had wanted and was waiting for this whole time – to witness Yazoo lose his cool control and just go crazy, just blow everywhere like an uncorked bottle of champagne, which he most certainly did, all over the backrest of the plush armchair, warm white globules of semen now listlessly sliding down the grey, suede-leather surface. It had been a couple of hours since they’d started seducing each other and after all his concentrated effort Loz was beginning to think he couldn’t even make Yazoo orgasm, no matter what he tried, but finally – FINALLY – he succeeded. And best of all, he knew Yazoo hadn’t faked it. It wasn’t just because of the evidence currently dripping down the chair in front of them but because Loz actually felt it – not only in the way Yazoo’s inner muscles clamped around his shaft in tight, recurring clenches as he came but Loz felt it with every part of his being, even feeling it in his brain as their consciousnesses merged. He became Yazoo and Yazoo became him. When it happened, it seemed to Loz as though HE was the one who was coming. He felt the soaring build-up and the ecstatic explosion as if it had been his own. Though it hadn’t been, it still filled him with immense satisfaction to be a part of it.

Staying buried within his middle brother’s body, Loz could feel Yazoo’s slim frame pulsing from throat to fingertips, the other’s heartbeat rapid and frantic, arteries throbbing under slick, blood-flushed skin, thigh muscles twitching, breath ragged and shuddery, hair snarled and stringy. He was a hot mess but an utterly delicious one and as Loz held him through the recovery period, his dick was still quite stiff inside of Yazoo.

Unexpectedly, there was pressing sense of urgency at the back of his skull and Loz frowned in distraction, wondering what it meant. It was like getting a premonition that his time here with Yazoo would soon come to an end and that he should hurry up. Perhaps Kadaj was on his way. Even though Loz picked a place as far away from The Forgotten City - and from little brother - as he could, it might not have been enough. Kadaj’s power was great. If anyone could find where Loz and Yazoo had hidden, it would be him. He might be coming after them, at this very moment, intent on punishing them for their disloyalty. And when he punished somebody, he punished them without mercy and without empathy, never, ever letting them forget their mistake. This could very well be the last time Loz got to be with Yazoo. He might never be able to love his long-haired brother like this again and if that was the case, Loz better damn well take full advantage of the valuable slice of freedom that remained of this night before he was trapped in chains of duty once again and forced to do what someone else told him to.

If Yazoo could sense Kadaj’s impending arrival, he didn’t show it outwardly, remaining immersed in the calming bliss that languidly swirled through him as he drifted down from his climactic high, his pulse slowing and steadying, looking like he had not a care in the world. He also didn’t care or protest when Loz swept him up and sat him down on the writing desk nearby, the bigger male parting Yazoo’s long legs and roughly shoving back into him, determined to fuck Yazoo on every piece of furniture in the room before Kadaj showed up. And that’s precisely what Loz did. He fucked Yazoo on the desk, on the wooden coffee table, in the second armchair, even over the lounge, Loz’s powerful thrusting shifting the leather couch across the floor by a few inches. He screwed Yazoo and he screwed him completely. Yazoo took it all without complaint and bent himself into whatever arrangement Loz wanted him in – on all fours, sideways, upside down, folded in half – the gun-slinging remnant’s extreme flexibility rather useful in this instance.

Though he didn’t come again, Yazoo’s expression was not irritated or one of dull boredom at having to endure such prolonged sexual exploitation, but rather he wore an aura of endless patience and generous understanding, even slight dreamy enjoyment, perfectly content to let his older brother do whatever he desired, Yazoo seeming to revel in the fact that Loz was using his body in such a way - bending him, stretching him, twisting him, testing him out to see what he was capable of. It was evident that the elder enjoyed this greatly, going by the dark, lusty look on his face and the low gratified growls he was making with every ram of his chiselled V-shaped hips as he tried out each new position. It was as if Loz’s pleasure gave Yazoo pleasure too and so a second orgasm was not required on Yazoo’s side. He seemed happy to wait for what would be Loz’s final, thundering climax.

Working himself back up into a sweaty lather of hardened ab-muscles, prominent arm-veins and shining wet skin, Loz plugged Yazoo in as many ways as possible, as deep as possible, wanting to experience as much horny hotness as he could in what dwindling time he had left alone with his beautifully submissive brother. As his heavy swinging sack firmed up and his orgasm eventually began to crest, Loz had Yazoo lying on the floor, the bulkier man having bent Yazoo’s lithe legs all the way back over his own head like a female gymnast, toes almost touching the carpet behind him, Loz getting off on the sight of his thick purpled cock ramming into that wide-open pink hole, a layer of creamy body-fluid residue building up at the base of his relentlessly plundering man-pole.

“Yeah, take it, you sexy slut,” the older male panted in excitement, stuffing Yazoo over and over with his huge hard-on, his nearly-busting balls smacking onto the shallow cleft of Yazoo’s spread buttocks with each pelvic stab.

“Take my big motherfucking dick up your whore-bitch ass...”

And then he felt his gut jerk, as if a large fishing hook had caught it and yanked upwards and that’s when he knew he was done. Hastily, he pulled out of Yazoo and leant forward over him, Loz holding and fisting his own prick, groaning thickly and spraying hot, white liquid across his brother’s feminine face. Yazoo kept his lids and lashes closed tight, not wanting to get the stinging, salty solution in his eyes, but his mouth was open accommodatingly and Loz made sure to get some of his love-juice in there and onto Yazoo’s raspberry-pink tongue.

Yazoo swallowed and licked up whatever he could and then he lifted his jizz-drenched eyelashes to gaze up at Loz with satisfied emerald orbs, smirking like a defiled angel, clearly regretting nothing that they’d done together and especially not the fact that he let his own brother have anal sex with him, finishing off with a fresh sperm facial. Morals were obviously not of any importance to Yazoo. He didn’t care what was classed as right or wrong, good or bad, sincere or selfish, truth or lie - he didn’t worry about whether he should have done something or not or wondered what the consequences would be if he did. He just went ahead and did it anyway and to hell with what anyone else thought. To Loz, that was the coolest thing about Yazoo.

The dude just didn’t give a fuck.

On the other hand, he sure knew how to take one, though...


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