Decadence and debauchery

A/n It is fun writing like this, as I have quite a few stories containing the terrible three, but those are part of Sephiroth Soul Redemption which is now becoming quite a novel. I realize that compared to this, that fanfic is quite a sitting, as this is just my pure undulated lust for silverheads. Let the smut continue!!

Chapter II

A/n It is fun writing like this, as I have quite a few stories containing the terrible three, but those are part of Sephiroth Soul Redemption which is now becoming quite a novel. I realize that compared to this, that fanfic is quite a sitting, as this is just my pure undulated lust for silverheads. Let the smut continue!!

I am sooo chuffed! I have my very own Beta Reader living just down the road from me! many thanks to Gertruud for showing me there is still plenty left to learn!

Decadence and debauchery.

Chapter II

“What do you want to do, Kadaj?” Yazoo asked, as he lazily swept his gaze around the common space, eyeing up the other subjects. They had been coming in here for a week now, checking out who was weak and who would propose problems. They had already singled out a couple of interesting individuals.

He is watching, he has to be…

The youngest silver-head thought. He was wandering why they suddenly had been released with the other unfortunate souls here in the Shinra dungeons. He scanned them, some of them had obviously just had received treatments, as they looked disoriented and dizzy.

One smallish blond boy rested his head on the table in front of him. Another dark haired man sat beside him, his one hand resting on the boy’s shoulders as if to offer him comfort for pain that couldn’t be taken away. Kadaj knew this from experience, as did his older brothers. The dark haired man looked at him, and his gaze voiced a silent warning.

Ah.. the older one is his protector. Too bad.

Judging by his muscle tone and alertness he was good too. The blond boy had a very attractive face under his unruly blond spikes. Not to worry, there where plenty more Mako casualties here to be taken advantage of.

Yazoo nudged him, drawing his attention, and indicated one auburn haired young man, who had been staring at them from the moment they had made their presence felt. Kadaj turned, sticking his head between his brothers’ bodies as they sat on the table.

“Spread out and see if there are any corners where you can.. do things without being seen from up there.” He ordered while pointing over his shoulder at the blinded windows at the top of the hall. Loz moved around the room, with no real indication as to what he was doing, and Yazoo got a cup of water from the dispenser in the opposite corner. Kadaj continued to eye the auburn haired man, as his attempts at eye contact became longer and more persistant.

Yazoo came back to the table where Kadaj had stretched himself out on, hoping the old pervert up there got a good view of what he was doing.

“There is a space between two joining walls, just in that corner. It is kind of tight, but you can easily fit two people through. Yazoo pointed to a corner of the hall, where an attempt had been make to close the gap up with wire mesh fencing. It had been partially torn loose and with a bit of wriggling, you had a nice little tucked away place, out of view of prying eyes.

Kadaj wandered if the dark haired man ever took the little blond there for a bit of privacy, but abandoned that train of thought as the auburn haired man separated himself from the others he was talking with, and sat down at a table by himself, just beside theirs. Yazoo indicated with his head, and he and Loz sauntered off, leaving their little brother to reel in his prey.

Seeing the other two leave, the auburn haired man wasted little time in approaching Kadaj’s table. “I have never seen you here before. You been here long?” He asked carefully.
The silver-head looked at the other. He was good looking, his blue eyes where just a little too puppy-ish for the youth, but it did entice him, making him want to defile this man that so unwittingly offered himself.

“What do you want?” Kadaj asked, knowing what this pour soul wanted, but enjoyed toying with him. This kind of cat and mouse thing had always been wasted on Loz, as he just didn’t get it, and Yazoo just didn’t take the bait. This would prove a very nice opportunity to sharpen his claws.

The other shrugged his shoulders. “I’m sorry, I just thought.. “ He flushed slightly in his embarrassment, and stalked off. Kadaj lifted one thin eyebrow as he watched the other retreat, and could tell by every step he took he had scared him off. He rolled his eyes upward at his would-be prey’s sensitivity, and called out to him.

“Oi! Why are you walking away?” The other turned, a puzzled frown on his face, and hesitated. Kadaj jerked his head up slightly, and patted the table top beside him. The brunette walked back, apprehensively, but sat down on the table’s edge anyway.
“Why do you keep looking at me” The silver-head purred , making sure he didn’t sound too hostile or sarcastic.

“You remind me of someone.” The other answered carefully.

“Really? Who?”

“I wasn’t always a test subject, you know.. I tried out for the SOLDIER program, but I failed.” The other said, keeping his gaze lowered.

“Hm.” Kadaj snorted softly. “Who was it that I remind you of, then?” he asked, curious as he wandered if there were more like him.

“The General. You could be brothers.” He said as he looked at Kadaj, now that he was closer, he could see into the youth’s eyes, see the resemblance, in the hair colour, but physically he was smaller, more delicate. Probably due to the age difference.

“You mean General Sephiroth?” he sneered, and laughed. “I have heard Professor Hojo say that I most resemble him.” He felt a slight sting of envy. He was being compared to his sire again, something he still was at odds with himself. At times he abhorred it, at other times he saw it as a compliment. He had seen pictures of the man, and revelled at his utter beauty and perfection. It was something to aim for, if only to gain the admiration of every one here.

“Were you attracted to him?” He asked.

“Who wasn’t. The man was a wet dream walking.” The man answered, a slight flush creeping to his skin.
Envy nipped at his ego, making him furious. “So you are you only interested in me because I look like him?” He sneered again, his pride seriously hurt now.

“No.. of course not.. it is just..” The other faltered

“Fuck you, get lost!” He snarled, and pushed the other of the table.

A chime sounded, signalling all test subjects to return to their cells for the night. Kadaj stomped off. Much to his dismay, he saw that Yazoo was being singled out by the guards as he was now due for his Mako treatments. FUCK! That would mean he would be totally useless for twenty-four hours at least.

Once back in their cell, Kadaj kept pacing, back and forth.

“Stop that, Kadaj, you’re making me dizzy.” Loz said. “You want to play?” He asked, showing a crooked grin, knowing how to distract his youngest brother when he was in a state.

“Sure, Loz.” Kadaj answered, that was just what he needed. Loz launched at him, slamming into him bodily, but he managed to absorb the impact by landing on his hands and feet against the wall.

He couldn’t avoid the kick he landed against his shoulder, and spun around his long axis and landed on the far side of the cell, ready to spring back.

This time he kept him close, landing blows with his hands and feet against Loz’s head, arms and stomach, the game of attack and defence was quite exhilarating and he almost forgot why he was so damn pissed off.

He grinned wildly, obviously enjoying himself too. At last he was starting to sweat, filling the cell with a heavy masculine scent that drove Kadaj mad.

He backed away against the wall, and stood there, breathing heavily. Almost ready.. He thought, just a little more.. and attacked again.

“Enough!” Loz bellowed finally and landed a blow that sent Kadaj flying against the wall.

Kadaj walked over to his brother and put his hand on his forehead, feeling the cool sweaty skin, digging his fingers into the stiff hair at the back of the taller man’s head, smelling his heavy scent. He was getting quite turned on from their sparring session, and wanted it to continue just a little longer, but Loz had other plans.

He planted a brutal kiss on the smaller youths lips, pushing his tongue in fast and hard, raping the other’s mouth. Kadaj welcomed it, answering his brother’s oral assault.

He grabbed his younger brother by the throat and pinned him against the wall. He shoved his face in his neck, his free hand down his back, grabbing his buttock.
“You smell nice, little brother…I wonder what you taste like..” he said slowly, running his tongue from his collarbone to his cheek.

“Why don’t you find out” He said, pulling his t shirt off. “Want to play a different game, Loz?” He asked, pulling his head from the nape of his neck and looked him straight in the eye. The cat pupils hugely dilated until there was almost only blackness left in them.

Still panting he jammed the full length of his body against Kadaj’s smaller frame, as the other became aware of their mutual erections pressing together. He slid his hands under the others shirt and franticly pulled it off him.

Loz made short work of getting his and Kadaj’s pants off, then he turned the smaller silver-head around and pushed him back against the wall. “So much for foreplay, huh Loz?” Kadaj sniggered to himself.

He briefly groped at his nipples, squeezing them so hard the youth groaned, who reached behind him, and clawed in the bigger man’s hair.

He pulled the smaller youth down onto the floor, face down, and shoved his hands between the others’ buttocks, testing, probing, and finding what he was looking for, wasting little time on finding lubricant, as it was always under the bottom bunk bed. He quickly greased Kadaj’s entrance, not bothering with touching his brother, as he was quite adapt at taking care of himself while Loz did what he wanted.

“Fuck me, Loz.” He breathed, knowing he really didn’t need to entice the oldest silver head any further, but just needed to hear it out loud from his own mouth.

Kadaj braced himself, this was going to hurt, and it did. Loz thrust in so hard he had to shove his hand into his mouth to stop from screaming. He probably would have enjoyed that too.
Loz growled against his shoulder, and the younger brother wandered if he hurt himself, but seemed to enjoy it immensely as he felt his erection grow harder.

He thought he was going to pass out if he was going to keep this up, as he now fully committed himself, and started to nudge the pleasure spot that started sprang to life, sending very pleasant sparks through his groin.

Kadaj desperately took hold of his own erection, as it demanded attention, leaking pale drops of lust between his knees. Loz wrapped his huge arms around him, and heaved, lifting him onto his lap.

Kadaj saw stars burst across his eyes as all the wind was crushed from his lungs. He dug his fingernails into his brothers lower arms, trying to make him ease his grip, but Loz was working himself into a frenzy now, lifting him up and down, forcing his way in deeper.

The added thrill of asphyxiation was too much for Kadaj, as he felt his climax rise way too fast. He shot his semen over Loz’ arms, who finally got the message, and relaxed his hold on his brother’s chest, allowing him to breathe.

Kadaj sank limply against his brother’s chest, who was now rapidly nearing his release, and several brutal thrusts later unloaded, spilling himself out, as he snarled against Kadaj’s cheek.

Loz slipped out of his entrance, and turned the body on his lap sideways, so he could cradle him. He looked at Kadaj’s peaceful face, as tears streamed from his bloodshot eyes, due to the lack of oxygen and explosive release. Loz trailed one of the salty drops over one cheek, still boyishly rounded with baby-fat as he was now in the final stages of reaching maturity. At seeing his brother’s tears, his own eyes started to brim and spill.

Kadaj opened his eyes just a bit, and kissed his brother’s tears away. “Don’t.. cry.. Loz.” He whispered hoarsely.

Loz frowned furiously, and roughly shoved his face against Kadaj’s shoulder. “I’m.. not…crying. My eyes are just wet.” But the shakiness of his gruff voice told a different story.
Kadaj climbed off the taller man’s lap, and headed for the shower cubicle in the corner of their cell.

As the hot water started to fog up the small cubicle the ventilation system kicked in, ensuring that not the whole cell would get filled with moist vapours. Kadaj liked long hot showers, as it placed him physically and mentally in a cocoon, the needling stream of water cutting him off from the rest of the world. He wandered why he had felt so insulted at the brunette’s insinuation of him looking like Sephiroth.

Then again, He knew Hojo to be untruthful to Sephiroth about the Professor being his father, as Kadaj had sensed that there was no physical connection between the greasy haired Professor and his sire. All those implications and plots make his head ache at times, making him press his hands against his temples. .

He had to look forward, as he also sensed why Loz cried sometimes, when he thought no one was watching.. why Yazoo was so utterly cold and aloof. They where all aching, wanting. He was painfully aware that they were after all still children. He was after all still very young, and longed for the simplicity someone his true age would have.

Don’t worry, Loz. I will find a way to get us out. And we will go find her, our mother.


Continued in chapter III