Left Out

A/N: Hello all you brother lovers! Much thanks once again to the kind people who reviewed: Kerianya, ZeldaFitz, pink_angel_wings & Ravenlyn. You're such a cool bunch. I take everything you tell me into consideration and don't be surprised if there's bits of your comments woven into my story!

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Part 3.

“He’s all yours, Yazoo. You can play with him now.”

At the permission, Yazoo smiles mischievously, his eyes dropping to my topless torso. He visually examines me from my neck down to my navel and back up again, lingering and lustily, almost as though he finds my bulkiness appealing. I don’t think he does, not really; he’s just a very good actor. He and Kadaj...they’re simply fooling around with me, using me for their own twisted amusement. And like some desperately pathetic loser, I’m allowing them to. I know it’s fake but I need this; I need to pretend they want me, even if they don’t. To his credit, Yazoo is extremely convincing, stroking my pecs repetitively with one hand as if he’s captivated by the feel of my skin and the slabs of muscle beneath it. Sensational thrills ripple over my chest and my heart begins to pound under his palm, betraying how keen I am for his touch. I let myself sink into the unlikely fantasy of him actually desiring me and it’s not that difficult to do, especially when Yazoo leans down, pressing his soft lips to my flesh, near my collarbone. His hair falls onto me, the long pewter threads as light as spider-silk. I feel my toes curl as he kisses along my upper body, tongue flitting over my nipples and making me jolt, each wet flick electrifying my sensitive tissue.

I may be the size of a bear but at least I’m not furry like one because I’m pretty sure Yazoo wouldn’t be putting his mouth on me if I was. All of us are smooth-skinned with only fine slivery hairs on our legs and arms, scarcely noticeable to the eye. Just so you know we’re dudes we do have the usual coarse fuzz under our arms and peeking over the elastic band of our underwear but in general we are sleek as seals. I’m so glad I don’t have to wax because having blisteringly hot gunk spread on my chest and then forcibly ripped off along with the top layer of my skin would make me bawl like a little girl and yeah, we all know I do that enough already. As he’s kissing me on the breastbone I can tell Yazoo appreciates this hereditary hairlessness, his fingers skimming over my ribcage and down my side, giving me tingles right up to my armpit. His hands are soft too, like Kadaj’s. I want to touch him as he’s touching me, to feel every inch of his svelte, equally-smooth body but I’m not confident he’d let me do that so I clench my fists in the bed sheet instead.

Yazoo continues making his torturous way down my abdomen, mouthing along my stomach and tracing my six-pack abs with the tip of his tongue, leaving behind trails of moisture that glisten on my skin. Arriving at my belly button, he licks it, probes it, delving into the circular dent with repeated motions as if he’s giving oral sex to it which of course does nothing to assist my excruciating arousal, only making it far worse and causing me to groan from between my gritted teeth. I know Kadaj is witnessing my discomfort but I don’t look at him because he’ll only be smirking sadistically like the prick he is. Although, Yazoo is running a close second in the sadistic prick race, sliding the sheet down and suggestively grazing his lips across the vein in my lower stomach, right above the waistband of my black trunks -- something we all have to wear under our leather suits to prevent chafing but which only I currently have on since my two brothers mysteriously lost theirs sometime this morning. The material comes to mid-thigh and is stretchy and clingy, outlining the bulge between my legs, the damning evidence of my eagerness. Yazoo frowns at the bulge, as if he doesn’t quite believe what he’s seeing, deciding to take a closer look and yanking the front of my underwear down.

At my length and thickness, his eyes grow larger while Kadaj raises one slanted brow, like he’s impressed or something. The knowledge that they’re openly staring at my erect nakedness makes me flush from my neck down to my feet, though I’m not sure if it’s with embarrassment or excitement, and I shut my eyes, praying they aren’t going to say something cruel about me while I’m all exposed and defenceless like this. If they do I’m gonna kill them; snap both of their skinny necks with my bare hands.

Yet, no taunts are spoken.

Nothing is said at all and I crack an eye open when the unusual silence begins to worry me. They’re still staring. I have no idea why as they’re both guys with guy parts so it can’t be an entirely unfamiliar object to them.

“What?” I demand uncomfortably. “Never saw one before?”

Yazoo slowly shakes his head, murmuring, “Not like this.” With both hands he tugs at my shorts, wanting to take them off completely, and I reluctantly lift my hips up off the mattress so he can. He peels them down, over my knees and past my ankles, tossing the elastic black fabric carelessly to the floor. Looking more fascinated and alert than I’ve ever seen him, he hovers over my groin, his gaze raking me up and down interestedly; his irises blending from turquoise at the edge to jade in the centre, around his now-dilated pupils.

“So big,” he utters, sounding mesmerised. “Isn’t he big, Kadaj?”

“Why, yes. He certainly is,” Kadaj drawls, flicking me a flirtatious glance. “If we’d known you were hiding THIS, older brother, we would have paid a lot more attention to you sooner.”

Okay, I know I’m marginally bigger than them, as I am everywhere else over my body, but I don’t believe I’m as well-endowed as they’re making me out to be. I believe they’re exaggerating, just to make me feel better because I’m less attractive than they are. Yazoo in particular is keeping up the awestruck act, focusing solely on the region between my thighs as if he’s unearthed some kind of hidden treasure and can’t wait to claim it for his own. Like he’s setting out to do just that, he reaches forward, slipping his hand around me. I inhale in a quick breath. The coolness of his long fingers is amplified by my own scorching flesh, like ice on fire, and I tense while he gauges my width. He makes a pleased sound at what he discovers, squeezing me as if testing my firmness as well. This time I don’t so much inhale as gasp out loud, a massive erotic shock jolting me in the gut and bringing me dangerously close to climax.

Kadaj is leaning nearer to get a better view but his existence barely registers to me. I’m too conscious of Yazoo; what he’s doing to me and what he’s about to do next. Or what I /hope/ he’s about to do next because I want it. Real, real bad. Like all my secretly shameful wishes are coming true, my androgynous brother lifts the thickened organ off my stomach and holds it straight, lowering his chin until his half-parted lips are right above it. He lightly blows air onto my tip, instantly cooling the crystal-clear droplet that has formed upon it, chuckling ruthlessly at all the snarling and swearing this tormenting trick produces from me. I must have thrown some serious begging in amongst all the curse words as he focuses on what he’s got in his hand and tosses his hair over one shoulder in readiness. He quickly licks his lips, leaving them dewy, and angles his head purposefully my way, intent on showing me just what he can do with that luscious mouth of his. To begin with, Yazoo places a delicate, feather-soft kiss on the end of me and just like that, my control splinters like a kicked wooden door. I’m torn between the ecstatic feeling of sexual release and the humiliating horror of it happening so soon, before he’s even really done anything to me. Cringing while I try to stop the unstoppable, I grab Yazoo’s hair and haul him aside but I’m a bit late and a jet of my cream hits him on the chin and neck while the rest of it puddles on my abdomen, a small pool collecting in my belly button. It’s white in colour but there is a subtle greenish iridescence present, a reminder of my alien origins. I’m guessing Kadaj’s and Yazoo’s appears exactly the same as mine but I still wish it was back where it came from and not splattered over myself or drizzling sluggishly towards my pubes like it’s doing right now.

“Sorry,” I mumble in mortification.

“Don’t be,” Yazoo tells me huskily, still fixated on my now-messy crotch.

“Yeah,” Kadaj echoes in the same turned-on tone. “Watching you lose it like that, Loz...Quite an unexpected treat.”

I start to ask in disbelief if they’re kidding, but the two of them descend upon me like wolves, coming at me with bared teeth, only instead of tearing my belly open to feast on my entrails, they lick me, successfully shutting me up. A pair of hot tongues lap at my spilled seed, my brothers proceeding to duel for every dab of it; sliding their open mouths over my skin and across my stomach, even along my still-solid staff, making me quiver with the post-climactic sensitivity remaining there. They suck the thick fluid out of my navel and chase the lone stream that made it up as far as my chest. The satiny strands of their hair are brushing over me as they move, adding yet another layer of sensuality to this already highly sensual experience. As if I’m in the middle of a pornographic dream, I gaze down at them lapping up the results of my orgasm, getting a fresh hit of lust each time their pink tongues collide over a particular spot as they vie to reach it first. While they’re licking me, they both alternately glance up with sultry feline eyes, rewarding me with devilish half-smiles, as if this is the naughtiest, sexiest encounter of their lives. It sure is as far as I’m concerned yet for them it can’t possibly be. I’m just plain old Loz; nobody to get excited over, but with the way they’re looking me you’d think I was. I nearly believe it too – that they hunger for my body like I hunger for theirs – which just proves both of them are exceptionally talented actors. So talented, indeed, that my hard-on stays hard even though it usually doesn’t after I shoot my load.

Under normal circumstances, like if I’d spent a wad of cash on a hooker and a hotel room, I’d be rolling over to go to sleep at this point in time but sleeping is the furthest thing on my mind. For starters, not with a hooker. Or even a couple of them. I’m with my brothers, the only people who really, truly know and accept me and aren’t scared of my menacing presence, like chicks tend to be, whether I pay them or not. I haven’t paid Kadaj or Yazoo a cent to be with me but here they are, doing things I never thought they would, touching me in ways I have only dreamt about, feasting on my essence as if it is nectar dripped on my flesh from some ripe, plump fruit I’ve bitten into. I lie in bed next to these two stunningly attractive young men every night, occasionally eavesdropping on the hushed sounds of their lovemaking and wishing they would turn over and include me, but I never thought it’d actually happen. I never thought I’d get to be this close and personal with them and it’s even more incredible than I fantasized.

Working as a team, my nude bed mates catch the last few drops of semen beaded in the greyish curls at the junction of my thighs, finding and devouring all of it. If they wanted to get me clean, they could have just used a corner of the sheet but hell, I ain’t complaining. This way is fine too and I’m sincerely sad when it has to finish. With nothing left for them to consume, Yazoo and Kadaj give an appreciative kiss to my now-spotless belly and then sit up on their knees, one to either side of me.

“That was nice,” Yazoo says with a sigh, though I don’t know if he’s talking to me or Kadaj or just himself because he’s not actually looking at any of us, abstractedly gazing off into the distance as he has a habit of doing sometimes.

“Yes, but we missed some,” Kadaj points out, reaching over to make a fist in Yazoo’s plentiful hair, lugging his head back and exposing the paleness of his neck. There’s a streak of goo that I got on there earlier which we’d all forgotten about. Leaning across me, Kadaj draws Yazoo forward, licking along the graceful line of our slender sibling’s throat, Yazoo closing his eyes and shivering. Kadaj sweeps his tongue over Yazoo’s chin, cleaning up the final smear of it, and Yazoo gravitates towards him, lifting his face as though he’s powerless to resist Kadaj’s mouth and hey, I don’t blame him. Kadaj has that kind of effect on a guy, the little minx. However, he doesn’t tease Yazoo like he did me, their lips closing upon one another’s without any asking or pleading. They exchange slow, sucking kisses that soon grow raunchier and wetter, their jaws opening and tongues snaking together in a primal mating dance. Before, when I heard them do this behind my back, I was so lividly jealous but I’m not now because they’re including me, they’re letting me see them together and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. My two angelic-looking brothers kissing like whores with the taste of my come still in their mouths...

Damn. I could watch that all day long.


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To be continued...