Thoughts are free

Thanks to

fyrbyrd (Hahaha, yay for turning on the fan XD You´re right, smut is ALWAYS good (if it is written wll that is -_-) and I am so happy you like mine!!! You know as sure as hell I love yours ;))

Rina76 (I never wrote smut before this one. I wanted to, but I didn´t know how to do it, since I lacked the vocabulary and because I was a bit... clammed as well. But your smut, and that of a friend of mine, made me think I should give it a try. After reading 'Left out', I thought I wanted to do something similar and well, that came out^^ Gahahaha, yeah, Yazoo is a man-whore... But I have that wall in my head I can´t overcome, so I had to make it play out as a fantasy in Loz´head, so in 'reality' Yazoo´d still be IC... *smacks self* I´d so do it as well! And you can be Loz anytime dear, I am sooooooo looking forward to the smutty bit of our rpg!!!! (And yeah, people should write and receive more reviews, I try to comment on everything I read... It keeps up the spirit^^))

Ainaloth (Hahahhahaa, Loz´ll do much more! And I bet I can get Sephiroth in somehow, I´ll just squeeze and press until he fits XD)

EnideDear (I´m glad you like it! Well, some day Loz might just snap and make his fantasies become reality, and then I´m curious as hell how Yazoo will react to that XD)

for reviewing, and to PfenixB for the wonderful betaing!

Enjoy!


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I park the bike in the yard, next to Yazoo´s. It´s dusty and slowly getting dark, but it´s not like I care. My thoughts are still occupied with my rather vivid daydream and so I even ignore the faint, sweet smell of the farm´s former owner – a vicious old lady with a nasty broom and a devious, fat dachshund- sweeping over the empty yard from wherever Yazoo has buried her ugly corpse.

I shuffle behind my pretty brother, grumpily observing his perfect, untouched ass gracefully swaying before me. Honestly, if I didn´t know that he´s just too ignorant about such things I´d think he´s doing this on purpose to frustrate the hell outta me…

I slam the door behind me and wander through the narrow, twilit corridor into what used to be a sticky, cramped living room and now serves as our base.

Kadaj, who is bent over the table and the map on it in concentration, looks up briefly when we enter and goes back to following the bundle of coloured lines. I´m wondering if he really does get the hang of all those lines…

Since I assume that none of my brothers need me now I fall into one of the high chairs, propping my head against my knuckles, and boredly observe how Yazoo walks over to the table and stands beside it, face neutral as he let his eyes wander over the map.

I almost snort. Really, as if he´s interested… Most of the time my dear brother doesn´t even bother to pretend to be not bored. Well, you can´t even say if he´s actually bored or just… I don´t know, doesn´t care. I guess the only thing that occasionally manages to catch his attention is mother. Well, and getting a rise out of me, but that´s usually a short lived game (I get agitated pretty quickly).

Anyway, right now Kadaj is saying something in a low voice, staring at a particular point.

And then something happens that makes my stomach flip in excitement. Yazoo leans over, brushing aside hair that´s fallen into his eyes, and points with his long index finger at the map, informing Kadaj what he and I have found out about the surroundings during our field trip. But that´s not what makes my blood boil–what the hell do I care about hills and towns and roads.

It´s the fact that my brother´s faces are very close suddenly, porcelain skin almost touching, black lashes fluttering and lush lips mere centimetres away from each other.

I shift in my chair, staring at their pretty faces; one concentrated with narrowed eyes, the other expressionless and uncaring.

Hypnotized, my eyes are glued to their lips, hoping they would move closer, closer until soft, pouty flesh comes into contact.

If I was the boss I´d just plainly force them to do it. I´d order them, and they´d have to obey, whether they like it or not…

But maybe they´d like it. I just can imagine that: my two darling brothers, their cheeks flushed in shame and embarrassment from my imperiously spoken command, nervously eyeing me to see if I wouldn´t have mercy with them and spare them the experience. But of course I wouldn´t. I´d stare them down with cold eyes and a solemn, hard air around me, sitting in my chair and slowly drumming with my finger against the dark wood to signal that I become impatient. Seeing that my order is absolute, they look down in humbleness and eventually Yazoo´d lean over to steal a quick kiss from lush lips.

After the short contact they´d be back to staring at the ground, looking positively smitten. Yazoo´d throw me a shy look and I´d give him my approval with just the slightest nod of my head.

“See, that wasn´t that bad, was it?” I say, my voice sounding tender, but still firm.

Kadaj’d shuffle a little with his feet and then admit, face hidden behind his bangs “No, master Loz, it wasn´t.”

“It wasn´t, master Loz,” Yazoo would echo, looking a bit more steady.

Now, you could ask: why do they call me master Loz? I´d shrug and ask “Why not?”

I´m the leader, I can make them do whatever I want.

But back to the topic at hand, I´d not be satisfied with this little show of affection. I’d want to see more passion, more steam, more devotion.

I want a show and I´ll sure as hell get one.

Donning a small, encouraging smile to my features I’d purr “Well then, I bet you can do that even better.”

Kadaj has an almost pained expression on his youthful, innocent face. There´s no madness and hard features to be seen now, since the responsibility isn´t his anymore and has never been. He´s just a cute, baby-faced teenager, I´m going to teach him some things that aren´t so innocent.

Anyway, he’d shy away a bit from Yazoo, but look at him with slight curiosity nonetheless.

Knowing that my friendly demeanour does not mean that he can worm his way out of this, he’d finally move his head a little closer. His tongue would slip out, briefly, wetting his rosy lips, making them glisten in the dim evening light. Then it’d be like a jerk goes through him and those lips would collide with Yazoo´s. Kadaj would have to stand on the tip of his feet, and Yazoo would have to bend down a bit. It would look a bit clumsy, but considering that it´d be their first kiss I can´t expect too much, I guess.

This time it would last longer, and when they part I’d give my approval with a deep humming sound. Which wouldn´t mean that we are anywhere near done, of course.

“Now, how about you try your tongues?” I’d ‘suggest’ with patience and lenience evident in my voice, but of course they’d have no choice. And they’d know it.

They’d look somewhat confused, though. Of course they would be, seeking some explanation or instruction, but I’d keep my mouth shut. I want them to find out on their own, and I´m rather curious what will come out of it, I must admit.
I expect they’d throw each other an unsure look, silently agreeing that they will start with something they already know, and so their full lips would meet again.

Yazoo´s hair might fall over them, shielding their faces from my view, but before I could make a disapproving noise my considerate youngest brother would already have lifted a gloved hand, carefully pushing the long tresses away and tucking them behind Yazoo´s delicate ear, their lips still locked.

I am very pleased.

Eventually one of them, I can´t even really say who it is, would open his mouth and the other would follow, and then just the tiniest hint of a pink tongue would appear, slowly and hesitantly exploring the other´s equivalent. When they meet a small, surprised gasp would be heard, coming from Kadaj, but he wouldn’t back away. Quite the contrary even; his hand that still held Yazoo´s face would draw him nearer, and their hesitant, slow movements would become a bit more forceful and heated.

From my place I can see them, their saliva glistening, tender muscles swirling around each other, exploring, tasting, teasing.

I must say that´d be quite a sight, and it´s getting a little hot here… But I’d be glad that they seem to like it –and judging from the way Kadaj would eagerly shift his weight to get closer and Yazoo´s dazed, half lidded eyes I’d be heavily inclined to claim they do. Although I´m the leader and they are loyal to me, I wouldn´t REALLY want them to do something they don´t like…

They’d get lost in the sensation, though, and my presence would seem a little too forgotten for my liking. They are doing this to please me, after all, and they shall not forget it.

I’d shift my weight in the chair, crossing my ankles and leaning my head against my knuckles, observing them and saying in a clear, sharp tone “That´s enough.”

Instantly they’d let go of each other, looking horrified and apologetic for having gone so boldly ahead of themselves.

I’d dismiss their silently, wordlessly spoken apologies with an impatient flick of my hand, instructing coldly. “I think we´ll just have to practice that again.”

They’d humbly say “Yes, master Loz,” (Ahhh, now that´s music to my ears!!!), bowing a little like two school boys before their teacher and then carefully, hesitantly they’d kiss again, moving their heads so that I can have a good look and this time they’d have themselves under control, their tongues making lazy, slow circles.

Satisfied, I’d lean back, watching them for a while until I decide that we should take the next step.

“It´s a little hot in here, isn´t it?” I’d drawl, an amused smirk playing around my lips as I observe my brothers’ flushed faces.

I’d get a consenting sigh and even a brief half-nod from Kadaj, who’d look at me to tell me that, albeit he´s kissing my beautiful brother, his attention is still focused on his leader.

“Well then, why don´t you get rid of all the heavy leather?” I’d suggest with a raised brow, and naturally they would.
Upon hearing the implemented order, Yazoo´s long fingers would travel over Kadaj´s leather-clad body, searching for the zipper.

Our baby brother would sigh, leaning into the touch and moaning a little when Yazoo finally found it and pulled it down, exposing white, sensual skin to the chilling air.

Kadaj would let go of Yazoo´s face – his hands will have found their way there again, to cling to something so he wouldn´t lose balance- so that Yazoo can brush the tight leather off his lithe body.

His pale, bare chest fully freed from any fabric, Yazoo´s hands would wander back, sliding over Kadaj´s upper arms, over his thin shoulders, his collar bone. Kadaj’d shift a little when the cool, leather clad hands stroke over his collar bone. This seems to be a sensitive spot to him. I’d make a mental note of that.

They’d briefly break their kiss, needing to breathe – I wonder why my oh-so-clever brothers haven´t thought about just breathing through their noses….- their pants would be filling the heavy air. Since I haven´t allowed them to stop their kissing yet their lips would collide again, and tongues meet for a third time.

Yazoo´s hands would still be exploring Kadaj´s rather willing, curious body as they glide over the porcelain, perfect skin.

Suddenly Kadaj would jump a little, a heavy moan escaping his throat and I’d interestedly lean forward again, my gaze fixated upon Yazoo´s hand. Just a moment ago it accidently brushed over the baby´s soft nipple, eliciting those delicious noises.

It´d be hard now, the nipple I mean – though there certainly are other things that become solid pretty quickly, I must say.

“Do that again,” I’d order Yazoo, who’d give a wonderfully luscious flutter of his long black lashes to tell me that he´d gladly do so if I wish it. And slowly his hand would rub over the rosy nub again, with much the same effect.

Kadaj’d moan into the kiss, tongue stopping for a moment, eyes falling shut.

I’d have to digest that sight, first, before I can order Yazoo to use his mouth on it.

Kadaj would look a bit appalled when our middle brother withdraws from the kiss, his lips moving over his neck, traveling down to his chest.

He’d throw me a pleading, slightly frightened look, but I’d be unbending to his puppy eyes. He’d look adorable though, with his small hands still clinging to Yazoo´s hair and neck for support, his cheeks flushed, his eyes glassy, the trembling body and the shy looks.

And this time his deep, hitched “AHH” would echo unhindered through the room when Yazoo´s tongue- soft, exploring- licks his hard nipple. With the other hand my beautiful brother would tease Kadaj´s second nipple, his thumb lazily stimulating it with slow strokes.

“Suck it,” I’d say, and he would, making Kadaj deliciously arch into the touch and making his breathing speed up.
My own hand would wander down to my hardening cock, but I wouldn´t touch, not yet. I’d rather watch my baby brother enjoying my middle brother´s tongue caresses and listen to the soft moans, pants and little sucking noises as pale lips close around hard flesh.

Kadaj´s blissful expression would become a shocked one when he hears my next command.

“Undress him entirely.”

The instruction is for Yazoo of course, and he’d oblige, reaching out for Kadajs zipper, but our littlest would seem a bit reluctant. At least, he’d push Yazoo´s head away from his heaving chest and use his hands to cover his private areas, looking aghast.


“But-” he’d object, and look at me for sympathy, biting his lips when he saw my disapproval and then he’d avert his eyes to look to the ground in shame.

Yazoo would glance at me, seeking instruction as to whether he should continue, and I’d sigh, saying to Kadaj in a gentle manner “Kadaj, look at me.”

He would, his blush increasing.

“Do you like what Yazoo is doing to you?”

He’d fidget a little but then quietly admit, “Yes, master Loz.”

I’d give him a reassuring smile, saying “Then let him continue. It is nothing to be ashamed of. And it pleases me.”

My baby brother would smile back, albeit it still looks a bit unsure, and with a nod of my head I’d give Yazoo the sign to continue.

Obediently, and with no resistance this time, Yazoo would carefully push Kadaj’s hands away and pull down the zipper of his pants, slowly.

All our eyes would be fixated on Kadaj’s crotch and then I´m thrilled beyond belief when his red, hard dick is revealed.

Kadaj would sob a little, from relief and shame I think, as he stares down at his own erect member. Yazoo’d unconsciously lick his pouty lips but wouldn´t do anything apart from pulling his brothers pants down entirely, since I won’t have ordered him yet to do anything else.

“Touch it,” I’d say, eager to see him rubbing my naked brother´s cock.

His hands would reach out again, and his fingertips would brush against the hard flesh. Kadaj would throw his head back, lost in the pleasure and little tears falling from his closed eyes. Encouraged by the response, Yazoo’d become a bit bolder, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and stroking it at a slow pace. I´m amazed that he knows what to do. That certainly fuels my suspicion that he isn´t as half as innocent as he always pretends to be. But I’d let it slide this time, instead watching Kadaj rocking his lithe, arched body into the rhythmic movements and breathing little gasps and moans.

I’d think it´s time now that he gets some kind of payback though, and so I’d order him, “Kadaj, undress Yazoo”.

He’d gulp, nodding, but not stilling the rolling of his hips into Yazoo´s firm grip. Trembling fingers would find their way to the zipper. Black leather would slide down pale, milky skin, and soon my brothers are both naked, and visibly aroused.

I cannot help the smirk that comes to my face upon noticing Yazoo´s throbbing, hard member and I’d think he deserves some relief as well.

“You can stop that now,” I therefore say, amused about Kadaj´s disapointed pout when Yazoo lets go of his hot, needy flesh. “Rub against him.”

Our long haired brother would look excited when he presses his body against the eagerly responding one of Kadaj and without me telling them, their lips would find each other again.

I’d frown, contemplating for a moment whether I should stop them, but the the sight of them devouring each other, their bodies rubbing against each other, is just too tempting, so I’d let them.

Yazoo’d be moaning by then, as his dick comes into contact with Kadaj’s smaller penis and soft skin rubs against hard flesh.

Now I have to admit that I´m getting quite impatient myself. They are doing this for my pleasure after all, so eventually I’d bid them to stop, and, reluctantly, they would.

“Come here,” I’d order, and watch them as they walk over to my chair with sensual movements, a bit anxious but mostly curious and excited.

Knowing that they are staring at me, I’d slowly move my hand to my crotch, to the pants that are way too tight for my comfort and with their curious, excited eyes on me, I’d slowly pull down the zipper and free my enormous erection.

It´s rock-hard and pulsing with want, and Yazoo’d actually moan when he sees it. I notice the desire and heat in his eyes, little bitch. But I don´t feel that generous now, so I’d just wrap my hands around my dick and start to slowly, sensually moving it up and down.

And they’d watch.

It’d feel so good to be finally released and having those hot two guys literally drooling while they watch me masturbate. I’d squeeze my cock a little around the head, and a deep groan’d escape me.

“You want that?” I’d ask them, with a meaningful look to my red, leaking arousal.

With flushed faces, they’d eagerly nod; Yazoo´d be licking his lips again. It´s funny, I can see Kadaj´s hand sneaking to his own erection, but in the last moment he’d withdraw, because he knows I haven´t allowed him to touch himself. All the stimulation he’d get is me and my stroking hand.

“On your knees,” I’d order in a sharp tone, and they’d hurry to crawl down before me. I’d spread my legs so they’d have better access, and then hold my huge member into their pink faces with their hazy, green eyes.

To my surprise, it´d be Kadaj who comes first this time. It seems he´s overcome his shyness or something, and actually I had expected Yazoo to hungrily savage my dick. But this is great as well, I must admit.

His slick tongue’d dart out, and he’d quickly lick over my hard flesh. I’d hiss at the contact.

“Ah, yes, like this!”

He’d eagerly flick over the veins that stand out, following the trail up to the head, as he got a bit bolder.

Yazoo would feel a little left out, but he’d soon make up for it, pushing Kadaj aside, and his soft lips’d connect with my dick as he starts to kiss it. Kadaj’d growl at the harsh treatment and I’d frown.

“Boys, boys,” I’d say in a reprimanding tone, though inside, my guts would tighten at the sight of them fighting to get my cock into their mouths, “there´s enough for the both of you.”

Kadaj’d crawl a little forward, almost coming to a sitting position as his tongue swirls around the tip of my erection. His eyes are closed now, and he’d moan and breathe heavily.

My breathing would speed up as well, so would Yazoo´s. Yazoo’d still be licking at the underside of my shaft and looking up to me with hazy eyes. With the one hand that isn´t holding my cock, I’d grab the back of Yazoo´s head to push him closer and then groan again as Kadaj starts suckling at the tip.

His head would be bobbing up and down when he takes me in his mouth, this wet, tight hole and starts to really suck me.

“Oh fuck,” I’d grunt, my grip tightening in Yazoo´s hair. My beautiful brother would moan, but not from pain, I can assure you.

I can feel it, the tightening of my flesh and the feeling in my belly that´s like as if you´re floating or something.

“That´s enough,” I’d gasp in Kadaj’s direction, and he’d let go of my dick with a popping sound. I still hold my now leaking cock in their faces and eagerly they lick away the pre-come, their tongues battling for who gets more.

“Yeah, lick it!” I’d pant, heavily, and almost violently shove it into their little mouths while I´m stroking myself. I’d know that they were close, too.

And then it´d just be too much for me, and with a harsh cry I’d come right into their flushed faces with a shudder.

Seeing my semen splash into their flushed faces, spilling into their eagerly opened mouths, seeing them drinking my white sperm, watching it sticking to their sweated silver hair would give me the orgasm of my life.

Suddenly Yazoo’d shudder as well, and while gulping down my come, he´d splattering on the floor as well. A few seconds later, Kadaj’d follow with a cute little sob and I´d still be spilling onto them and…

I groan. My vision is a bit blurry, and my head swims, but what I can clearly make out are my two beautiful brothers standing by the table, and staring at me with awkward gazes.

“You know, you´re right,” Kadaj says slowly into the direction of my other brother, but his piercing, indecipherable eyes are still fixated on me “He´s behaving oddly.”

“Hn,” Yazoo makes in a confirming, but somewhat not amused manner, tilting his head and mustering me with those cool eyes of his.

I´m flustered, I know I am, and I´m probably red. What I know for certain is the unmistakable bulge in my pants, and suddenly I grow from embarrassed and ashamed to angry and frustrated.

Who do they think they are, to give me these haughty, condescending looks?!

I push myself out of the chair, and with a look that is just as frosty and dismissive as theirs I walk out of the room without a word. Feeling their piercing gazes at my back I slam the door behind me and go off to take care of my problem by myself.

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