Dystopia

chapter 3

Loz was following Kadaj through the desolate city streets, listening to the teen mutter under his breath about how he should have stabbed ‘Lord Fuckiroth,’ in the foot when he had the chance. The eldest Remnant was scanning the area for the deity’s entertainment, when he noticed that their middle brother was no longer with them.

Turning toward the way they had come from, the muscular man’s cat-like gaze found Yazoo's lithe figure stalking down an alley to their right. Loz was more than a little curious, but he knew that Yaz often liked to hunt alone. The big guy didn't want to scare off the prey (if that was what indeed Yazzy had found) by inadvertently being too loud, so, wordlessly, he continued down the street behind Kadaj. He knew that Yazoo enjoyed a bit of privacy when he had a victim and that he would find them when he had finished. Lucky bastard!

Kadaj continued to walk straight ahead, not really caring if they found anything for 'His Royal Dickness' or not. If it came down to it, and nothing interesting could be found on the streets, he would just go to the brothel and demand one of their stock. In fact, that’s where they should head first. Though not always clean, the whores were in better condition then what they could find on the streets. He briefly considered mentioning this idea to his brothers, but thought better of it. Kadaj really didn’t want to be out here to begin with.

The teen had changed his muttering to something about slitting Sephiroth's throat while he slept, when an idea struck him. "Hey, brothers, why don't we just tell 'fuck face' there was no one out when we got here, and instead of looking, let's go visit Rufus. He's always fun." He turned around, and a frown formed upon his plump lips when he saw only one brother. "Where's Yazoo?"

Kadaj was not too thrilled by the fact that Yazoo had taken off on his own, especially without informing the other two. The baby would be sure to reprimand the long haired sibling later.

The teen’s eyes narrowed as he listened to Loz’s explanation that the middle brother had most likely found his own fun, and had left his two brothers to complete Sephiroth’s task on their own. What right did Yazoo have to have fun while Loz and Kadaj worked? Kadaj added that to his list of things he would ‘speak’ with Yaz about later. Not that it would do any good, really. Yazoo was Seph’s favorite, and could basically get away with whatever he wanted. To say the smallest of the three was a tad jealous would be an understatement.

Loz could feel his baby brother's rage building as they traveled Midgar, the twice destroyed city, now rebuilt for a third time with dark overtones. All the inhabitants that were out at this time were so wan and frightened. It was no real sport for the Brothers. It hadn’t been since the Great Trial. There was no challenge anymore, and frankly, Loz found it a bit sad. He enjoyed a good pummeling as much as the next guy. He loved gun-slinging with his Yazoo and watching the lightning-fast movements of Kadaj wielding Souba. He was sure his brothers missed it too. Was this the true paradise Mother had intended? It had been a year since their total victory, and somehow, things just weren't as...peachy as he had imagined.

A dark figure up ahead caught the eldest Remnant’s attention...

For the time being, Kadaj let go of his anger toward Yazoo. He would have to deal with his sibling later. The youngest Remnant turned his mind to other things. He was curious as to if he could write his name with a stream of piss yet. He had been practicing for the sole occasion of going to visit Rufus. If Fuckiroth hadn't ordered the monument to be left standing, he personally would have torn down Rufus' memorial stone. He was mussing on the soon-desecration when a heavy hand fell on, thankfully, his good shoulder. He stopped and looked at his brother, then followed the line of sight in which matching emerald spheres were turned.

Noticing the rather stealthy way the figure up ahead moved into a side-street, Loz put his finger to his lips, signaling Kadaj, and then he rushed it, all but disappearing and then reappearing behind the shadowy presence, bracing it in his strong arms, hand covering its human mouth. He hit the switch on Dual Hound, causing it to extract itself, ready to give his victim the shock of his life in one wrong move or struggle. Suddenly though, Loz caught a whiff of sandalwood and some exotic flower (Loz wasn't very plant-y) emanating from his captive's hair, strangely familiar. Releasing his hold to have a look at the stranger, as Kadaj came up to them, Loz recognized the lovely Wutain Turk that he and his brothers had pummeled nearly 2 years ago, looking back at them, astonished.

Seeing that his brother had easily taken the prey, Kadaj strutted up, taking his sweet time. "Well, what have you got here, Loz?" He began pacing around the man. Now that he could see the victim well, he recognized him. The Turk. The leader. The one who tried so hard not to scream. Kadaj's smile grew into a wicked grin. "Seems you've done very well, Brother." He took a step up to the man, and placed a leather clad hand against the a pale cheek. He was looking for that fear in the Wutaian's eyes. "Hello, again."

Tseng simply lowered his head in a show of humbleness, or at least he did as best he could with the brute still holding him. It was just his luck that he had to run into them... But still, he was their servant -or at least he pretended to be- and it was his own fault for being so inattentive. He just had to get them away from the base, they were far too close for his liking. "How can I be of service to you, your lordship?" The words easily and smoothly left his mouth, even though he’d have liked nothing more than strangle the runt for all he had done to him and the world.

After he had put a leash on Dual Hound, Loz let his arms unwrap from around the Turk's tight body, his hands stroking along it as he went. He couldn't really help himself. His own body felt strange, not the way it usually did, but nice, and Loz knew that the feeling had everything to do with this gorgeous man in his arms. Speechless, Loz simply listened to every word Tseng uttered, hoping the Turk would ignore him until he at least had his emotions sorted out in his head, or at least until he felt badass again.

Kadaj continued to keep a hand on the Wutain’s face. "So quick to stand down now. When last I recalled, those pretty eyes of yours kept challenging me." He seemed to think for awhile. "Hmm... Loz, His Highness is looking for some entertainment." He put his hand under Tseng’s chin and raised his head so the dark beauty was forced to look at him. "Do you think this one’s interesting enough?" The boy laughed, "he does make beautiful sounds when he squeals in pain."

At the thought of this vision going to Sephiroth's idle perversities, Loz fumed. “No,” he said through gritted teeth, “I will not let Big Brother have him!” Loz' emerald eyes burned with a fierce possessiveness that he did not understand, and it frightened him. Why was he so worked up over this guy?

Kadaj arched a platinum eyebrow when he heard the tension in his brother's voice, and inwardly, he laughed. First Yazoo running off, and now Loz claiming the one thing that was possibly worth interest, ‘Fuck You, Sephiroth.’ The youngest stepped away from the Turk, his hand leaving Tseng’s face and going back to his own aching shoulder. He turned to his older brother. "Why Loz, I didn't know you cared." He laughed a laugh that hinted that he was still partly insane. "But very well, Brother, if you are sure he's not going back to Sephiroth, then what shall we, rather you, since you caught him, do with him?"

Loz knew what he had to say. It was just a matter of being convincing enough that Kadaj would buy it... It wasn't so bad, at least Yazoo wasn't here with them. He could tell when Loz was lying, hungry, about to go masturbate or take a shit... it was a little unnerving, but he loved his Yaz. His gaze never wavered from Tseng's hair as he put on the best leer he could manage, “ I wanna fuck him, 'Daj...” Inwardly, though, he cried a little.

Kadaj raised an eyebrow. He looked the man over again. The dark haired Turk was not his type, nor had he been the first time the brat had fucked him. And unless Loz decided he wanted to really hurt the Turk, Kadaj had no further interest in him. He pondered for a moment. Yaz had his fun, and now Loz was about to have his, there really was nothing left for the baby to do. "Very well, Loz, enjoy. I'm going to see Rufus now." He turned and headed off down the street, leaving the two alone.

Tseng let out an inaudible sigh as the brat finally left. He didn’t really mind Kadaj’s mockery but what he did fear was the runt taking his bad moods out on him again. And the last thing he wanted was to pay Sephiroth a visit... He didn’t understand the brute though, and he didn’t want to be touched by him, but anything was better than having to deal with the ex-general. So the Turk simply stood there, head lowered, waiting for Loz to do something.

The Remnant exhaled deeply. Getting Kadaj to leave was much easier than he had expected. Turning to the dark beauty, Loz’s gaze met his, "Go," Loz said and stepped aside for Tseng to pass.

Tseng blinked, confusion showing on his features for a brief moment. However, he didn't dwell on it for too long and simply hurried down the alley. There was a good chance that this was one of the Brothers' sick games, but having no choice, he continued walking, eyes glued to the ground and trying to figure out with the rest of his senses if he was being followed.

Loz remained where he was, watching the little Turk hasten away from him, seriously wondering if he had made the right decision. It felt right to him, and it was something Sephiroth never had to know about, so the eldest assured himself that it was fine.

With a final glance toward the lovely Wutaian, Loz, feeling slightly ogre-ish in comparison to the slimmer dark-haired Turk, quietly padded off in the opposite direction.

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Kadaj, no longer even searching for entertainment for the self imposed deity, finally made his way to Rufus' memorial. The teen went to stand beside the pointed white marble epitaph engraved with the name ‘President Rufus.’ He allowed the images of the last time he saw the blond alive to play out through his memory. A tight lipped smile formed on his youthful features. The last time he saw Rufus had been when the man was firing a double barreled mini shot gun at him, as they were falling from a building. "Stupid prick," he said to the uncaring stone, with more pain in his voice than he intended.

He kicked the monument. The rock didn't move, but the impact reverberated through the teen's body, making his shoulder hurt even more. "Fucker." How was Rufus able to do that, hurt him even beyond the grave? He reminisced more for a while longer on the person that was Rufus Shinra.

To this day, the youngest Remnant wouldn’t admit to liking the crippled man stricken with Geostigma. He denied the fact that he had occasionally stared into frosted blue eyes a little longer than necessary when he and the president conversed. And there was no way in Ifrit’s Hell that Kadaj ever longed to slide his fingers through golden silken strands, just to see if Rufus had more expressions than a smirk in his arsenal.

Being more moody than when he first arrived, the brat whipped out his dick and started pissing on the grave. "Bastard,” he hissed through clenched teeth. He tried writing his name with the yellowish-clear stream.

Loz came upon the grand cemetery, reserved for the most well-to-do deceased and their families. After coming out of the alley where they had found Tseng, he had remained in the square for a bit, not really wanting to go to Kadaj right away, lest the baby should want to play hopscotch on Rufus' grave again. Loz felt he had entertained that game enough times and got tired of all the hopping on one foot. As he reached the very fancy wrought-iron gate that housed the Shinra family graves, Loz heard an agitated voice muttering angrily, and a very distinctive sound of liquid hitting the stone. When he rounded the gate, and passed a thick tree, Loz saw Kadaj doing the only thing that a man could be doing in that parked-out pose, taking a piss.

“Um, Kadaj?” he interrupted Kadaj's curses and came to stand beside him.

Kadaj stuffed his pecker back in his pants, and adjusted his buckles. He whirled on his brother, stone memorial forgotten for the moment. He eyed him for a long time, emerald spheres narrowing and in the darkness, a soft green glow could be seen.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" The boy spat, his long index finger jabbing into the eldest’s muscular chest. He then started walking a circle around the bigger man. He stopped when he reached the starting point.

Loz had gotten laid and here he was, leader of the Remnants, spending his time with Rufus’ dead body, pissing on a headstone. Somehow it didn't seem fair.

"Did you get off?" His finger was suddenly touching Loz's crotch, poking the flaccid member. "Did you get him off?" The boy sniffed his brother.

Loz cheeks flared red. The older knew Kadaj's mood swings could be instantaneous, and unpredictable. That made the youth dangerous.

"Did you cum inside him, or squirt all over his back?" The little one growled.

Loz felt his cock stir when his little brother touched it through the confines of his leather pants. Then the touch was gone, but the words Kadaj spoke to him were making those pants feel unbearably tight all of a sudden.

Then Kadaj's arms shot to the sky, "How is it that you get laid, and Yaz is...doing whatever it is that Yaz does, and I am here, at Rufus fucking Shinra's grave, with a stab wound in my shoulder– that fucker stabbed me, Loz– doing nothing but taking a whizz?" He ended his tirade with a huff.

Loz had not had his fun; he had forgone it. But he refused to unleash his brutality on the Head Turk again, although he was not sure why he had come to his decision. However, there was another who seemed to get off on his viciousness and he was at hand right now... and he seemed to be asking for a fuck the only way he knew how.

“Aww, 'Dajy,” Loz pulled his brother close so that Kadaj's back was against his chest, a predatory gleam in his eyes, but his voice was gentle. “I am sorry about what that bastard did your shoulder.”

Kadaj calmed when his big brother pulled him into an embrace. He never questioned how Loz was able to do that. Maybe it was the safety he felt in the eldest arms, or maybe it was because Loz’s touch was always full of fire and lust. He winced when Loz placed a soft kiss on his shoulder but ultimately, he didn’t mind. It proved that the big guy cared.

“Hnnn, you wanna know what I did for my entertainment, Lil 'Daj?” he whispered huskily into a pale ear. “You want me to tell you about it.....?”

The teen shivered under his leathers when his brother blew a hot breath into his ear. “Yes, please,” the boy practically begged in response. He really did want to hear about it. The thought of Loz thrusting into someone, tearing them apart, sweating and grunting the entire time, caused his cock to stiffen. When he felt his sibling's hands beginning to explore his tight young body, Kadaj let his arms snake up and wrap around his brothers neck. A sigh escaped his lips as Loz touched his already hard shaft and he pushed into the hand. “Talk to me brother,” the little one commanded.

“I went right for his rod, just like this,” Loz' voice was gentle as he purred into his baby brother's ear, “Oh, Kadaj, you are already hard...that's nice.” He reached inside Kadaj's coat, unzipped his pants. “Does all this pissing on graves do it for ya?”

Kadaj whimpered as Loz pulled his thickness from his leathers. He was pulsating, and a bit of pre-cum was seeping from his swollen head. He pumped his hips into Loz’s gripping hand. “Fuck, Loz,” his voice was higher than usual, laced with lust and wanton need. Loz could feel how hot his skin had become. He stood on his toes, turned his head and pressed his lips against his brothers, crushing them, bruising the soft flesh. He then broke the kiss. “No, brother it wasn’t pissing on Rufus’ grave that made me hard. It was thinking of you fucking, that turned me on.”

Stroking the shaft in his hand firmly, teasingly slow, he pressed the little one's frame back into his own, where those buttocks were prodded by his own aching need. “I ripped his clothes off, to shreds I tell ya, and I worked that cock of his until he begged me to let him cum. Do you want that, 'Daj? Do you want your clothes ripped off right here?”

The youngest pushed his ass against the muscle man’s cock. “Yes, Brother, rip my clothes off. Own me...hurt me.”

Loz growled low and feral against Kadaj's parted lips as he heard and felt those words spoken to him. He reached down and undid the buckles on Kadaj's thighs, letting them fall to the grass on either side of the youth's feet. He all but tore the zipper down in the frenzy to get those clothes off of that slim, frail body. Pulling the leather gently over the injured shoulder, Loz yanked it the rest of the way down the boy's arms, tossing the pristine black material aside. Whirling Kadaj around so he could finish with the pants, Loz feasted his eyes on that stiff flesh poking out from the undone zipper. He ripped open the leather button and then picked up his baby brother settling him quickly on his back on the mossy ground. Immediately discarding the rugged boots, the eldest aggressively stripped the baby of the fitted bottoms. Having the boy naked like this, all laid out for him, Loz' face contorted in ecstasy. He leaned over the brat, staring down into matching eyes, “'m gonna fuck you so hard, 'Daj. Fuck you til yer screaming my name.” He held their gazes for a bit longer, loving to see the youngest thrash beneath him like a whore. The bigger man then bent down and tugged sharply on Kadaj's lower lip with his perfect teeth. “Turn over and get on your knees!”

The silver baby did as he was asked, and flipped over for his big, strong brother. However, Kadaj was a bit concerned. Loz had already been with the Wutaian, and had probably already gotten off. Since that was the case, the youngest feared that his older brother would have a hard time keeping his cock hard. There was a simple solution to this. Kadaj spread his lean legs wide, and stuck a finger in his mouth. Once his digit was wet, he hoarsely panted, “Wait, Loz, I wanna show you something.”

Knowing he had his siblings undivided attention, Kadaj began to perform. His hand slid down to his cock, under his balls, and found the entrance that was so desperately seeking attention. He placed a wet finger against his tight pucker and gently traced a circle around the ring, before gliding it deep inside. The sensation was amazing. His head tipped back, his eyes closed, and his pink lips parted in a soft moan. He pushed that finger all the way in until it was buried to the last knuckle before sliding it halfway out. He then pushed back in, adding a little more force. He thrust his single digit in and out of himself a few more times, before adding a second finger. Kadaj body was now colored with heat, and Loz could hear him panting.

The smallest brother continued finger fucking himself, loosening up the passage, preparing himself for Loz’s invasion. His cock was twitching with ever jab against his hot inner button, and his hips were grinding against his digits. He scissored his fingers as wide as he could, opening the hole, because taking the eldest was never an easy feat.

Loz stared in delighted wonder as his pretty, little brother manipulated his entrance, fucking himself before his older brother's very eyes. “'Dajy, that's beautiful.”

Once he was felt ready, Kadaj pulled his fingers from his opening and whimpered over his shoulder, “Now, Loz.” It was a begging plea.

The eldest, who had taken the time to remove his own armor, thrust inside. Once he was buried in that warm, velvety heat, Loz groaned loudly.

Kadaj mewled as Loz’s thickness opened him wide. There was a slight sting at first, but the deeper he became impaled, the more the pleasure increased. He squeezed his inner muscles, tighten his fissure around his big brother’s hard shaft. His mind was lost in ecstacy. His fingers dug into the moist earth as Loz pummeled into his back side. Gods how he loved having his brother take him like this.

Knowing that Kadaj wanted to be possessed and owned by him, the eldest Remnant did not want to disappoint, so he gripped those slender, little hips tightly and began to pound ruthlessly into the boy, letting his balls slap against the backs of Kadaj's taut thighs. “Who owns you, little brother?” he grunted.

Kadaj's small hips caught time to the stabbing motion, their joint efforts being him closer to the edge. He wanted the eldest to fill him up. Cum for him the way he imagined he came for the Turk. The thought of Loz with the Turk caused Kadaj to slam his hips against Loz’s. He wanted his brother to give more to him than he had given to the Wutaian. He bucked furiously, using his hole trying to milk his brother’s hot seed out of him. “Yes, Loz...fuck me, love me...my brother. I am yours...you own me.”

The irony of it all, the name President Rufus was staring the baby right in the face.

"Feel me, 'Daj..." Loz grunted out, "feel my hot cock fucking you like the slut you are..." he dropped down to place one hand next to Kadaj's on the mossy ground, his thumb sliding over to brush his brother's slender fingers. His other hand moved to capture his brother's shaft, firmly stroking it.

A thin layer of sweat glistened on the baby's taut body, as his inner sweet spot was hit again and again. Gods, he was so close. He rolled his pelvis and bucked into the jacking hand and the thrusting tool.
"I love you, Kadaj... you... are... mine!" And with that, Loz slammed into the tiny opening, and with a roar, he spurted inside the stretched canal, making sure to stab Kadaj's prostate with each thrust, wanting to bring the little one over with him.

The double sensation was too much for his small form to handle. But it was really the words his brother panted that sent him over the edge. That last forceful drive, mixed with “Kadaj...you..are...mine,” and the white hot liquid filling him, made him blow with a scream. His own cum shot over Loz’s hand, and across his stomach. There was even a few splatters that hit Rufus’s head stone. He couldn’t hide his smile at that.

Breathlessly, he whispered, “I love you too, Brother.” He waited for Loz to soften and pull out, before standing up and dressing.

As they suited up in their sleek armor and put themselves back together, Loz asked, “Are you finished here, 'Dajy?”

Kadaj looked down at the headstone, and in a hushed tone, voice dripping with acid, "I've always wanted to fuck with you." He slowly nodded to his brother. "I am. We can go."

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As the two Remnants of Sephiroth made their way out of the cemetery, a small whirring sound rustled the calm night air. It came from the very headstone on which Kadaj had splattered his love juices. In a series of secret chambers hidden from the knowledge of the silver rulers and their subjects, a group of people, formerly of the infamous Shinra Corporation, stood around a monitor. Two Turks manned the camera’s controls. The group had strategically hidden cameras all over the city, and in the memorial was located one such spying device.

Rude and Reno'd had a fairly boring day, until the smallest of the Remnants, had decided to have some fun with Rufus' grave. They enjoyed the scene, but dared not laugh at the defiling of the epitaph, for their boss, Rufus Shinra, stood directly behind them, his face set in stone.

The blond had witnessed the entire scene, and inwardly fumed at first for having had his grave danced upon, played hopscotch upon, and pissed on. This last act, fornication, would have been the last straw, but Rufus found himself too... interested in it to explode into total outrage.

“Reno, give it a rest, moving the camera will do no good, as it is covered in....” he did not finish his phrase, but one could tell by the redness of his face, the coldness in his voice and the steam coming out of his ears that he was... perturbed.

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Kadaj's head cocked to the side when the shot rang out. A slow wicked smile spread across his lips. He turned his head to his brother. "Looks like Yazzy did indeed find something." Kadaj withdrew Souba, "Hey Loz, wanna go play?"

They didn't see Yazoo before they reached the castle, but Loz didn't sense anything wrong with his little brother... on the contrary, Yaz seemed to him to be.... well, elated, and triumphant... maybe. As the eldest moved with Kadaj through the long entry corridor, and they entered the grand throne room to a rather bored-looking Sephiroth, Loz felt a twinge of fear in his guts... they had come back empty-handed. Fuck... well, there was nothing to be done, and their insane brother had seen them. Kadaj and Loz simply did the only thing they could do, approached the throne.


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