Opal Tides

Opal Tides

By Rujkah Xephiros

Chapter 4

Crimson Dusk

The loud clank on the other side of the room was what abruptly dropped him out of his deep sleep, which had suddenly become rather noisy. Momentarily, his senses became overwhelmed as his mind slipped into consciousness. Around him were the sounds of the television and his brothers voices, along with a loud frying sound and the thick smell of bacon and drying pavement in the air.

“Oops.” He heard his oldest brother say. Silence fell between the two, who he was sure he heard talking just before, and he didn't need to look at them to know both their eyes had snapped towards him to see if it had awoken him.

Clumsy bastards... Kadaj huffed irritatedly in his mind. But he didn't move, knowing his eyes, though now half open and his brow slightly furrowed, were out of their line of sight.

Shortly after that, there was a much quieter clanking noise and a scraping sound.

Next was Yazoo's familiar, conceited laugh just at his feet. “I told you.”

“Hey, hush.” Loz snapped nervously.

“A chef that cant stack dishes, what a shame.” He mocked.

Kadaj looked around, seeing that the door was wide open, though the blinds on the window were shut as to not let in too much light while their little brother was still sleeping. Bright yellow sunshine spilled into the doorway, making the rest of the room seem rather dark as none of the lights were on except the lamp at the counter.

“Hey, the ability to handle inedible objects has nothing to do with cooking ability.” Kadaj could picture his sibling behind him, waving his finger at Yazoo with a know-it-all grin on his face.

“What ever you say.” And Yazoo, with that smart-ass smirk on his face.

Kadaj began to shift, rolling over to face his brothers, pulling the blanket down from his face and crumpling it up at his stomach, resting his arms on it, then looking down at them both with the same look the teenager wore every morning something unpleasant woke him up.

Yazoo was sitting just at the foot of his bed while Loz sat on a stool at his right, frying potato patties, eggs and sausage on a pan over a built-in hotplate embedded into the counter. The middle brother turned to face him, long silver locks draped over his shoulders waving gracefully as he did so, then waved with a calm smile. “Morning, little brother.”

Their leader just smiled tiredly, eyes then shifting to Loz. “Something smells good.” He said softly, voice slightly hoarse. If there was anything Loz was particularly gifted with, it was his ability to cook. And it was one of his favorite things about his brother. It almost made up for his occasional annoying whining.

Loz grinned at the comment before he started flipping the eggs. Yazoo kept his eyes on Kadaj, drawing his little brothers gaze. Their eyes rested at each other before Yazoo gave him a warm, admiring smile, staring at him a moment longer and letting Kadaj smile back before turning to the television again.

The teenagers eyes shifted that way as well. The box blaring with bright colors and the sounds of carnival music, along with a noisy announcer and the sounds of chocobos. It looked like it was probably some reruns of old chocobo races. “What the... hell are you guys watching?”

Yazoo turned around and grinned, then pointed to the screen. “Look, Kadaj. It's Brother.”

Their leader leaned over to see the screen better, and saw Cloud Strife amongst the jockeys in the race. He let out a snicker and a snort. “What the hell...?”

"Whatever pays the phone bills." Yazoo joked.

Loz turned around momentarily and handed full plate to Yazoo. “Pass it down.”

“Look, breakfast in bed." The middle brother announced, leaning over the bead slightly as he presented it to Kadaj.

The boy sat up and met him half way, eager to nourish his growing body, his empty stomach already growling in anticipation. His tired muscles protested with slight aches, but they were easy to ignore.

The teenager immediately began to eat, watching Loz make up a plate for Yazoo, then himself, before taking the glass of juice that was passed to him.

"Would somebody please change the damn channel? I think these colors are frying my freakin' eyeballs out." Kadaj said after a moment, chewing on a sausage.

"There's nothing else on..." Yazoo informed, but turned to switch the knob anyway.

"Time?"

"Uh... nine... ish...?" Loz guessed, looking back at his youngest brother.

"Nineish? One of you need to get a watch already."


Several hours later, Yazoo stood just outside the motel room door on the balcony of the second story walkway, watching the townspeople going about their lives on the busy weekend afternoon. Kadaj had left some time ago, not having disclosed where he was going, leaving his brothers to only wait for him to get back.

He leaned against his elbows and gazed quietly past the buildings of the quaint town. The scenery beyond was a peaceful contrast. In the distance, he could see the slit of black sitting on the horizon which had once been the metropolis many had called home two years ago, but he himself had never known. The gloomy clouds that usually seemed to plague the region were dispersed as of now, letting the sun glaze the grassy fields, with patches of shade here and there.

The sound of heavy footsteps approached from behind him. He didn't turn his head, as he already knew who it was.

"What are you doing out here?" Loz's deep voice relayed.

"Nothing." He answered simply.

"I can see that much." Loz grasped the railing with his hands as he stood by his younger brother.

"Then why'd you ask?"

"...Smartass."

Yazoo just smirked as he glanced over at his sibling.

"Did he say when he'd be back?"

"You already asked that and the answer is still no."

"Well... you should come out to the field with me and dual."

"He doesn't want us to leave here."

"Did he say that?"

"No."

"Then how do you know?"

"Because I know Kadaj and if he came back and we were gone, he'd get pretty ticked off."

"It's not like he doesn't have a cell phone."

"I know, but still..."

"You know what? You're pussy whipped."

"Pussy whipped?"

"You heard me."

"Loz, I have something to tell you." Yazoo said, turning around and leaning against the rail, then looking straight at his brother, then nonchalantly announced, "We're not your brothers, we're your sisters and Kadaj is my lesbian."

Loz paused for a second, then pointed an accusing finger at Yazoo. "I knew it!!" He yelped jokingly. "I thought there was something weird about you always carrying around tampons in your bag!"

Yazoo chuckled. "Bloody noses."

"You know, I'm going to need therapy for this, you woman!" Loz gave a playful rant as he turned to go inside, then looked back for a moment. "And I'm confiscating your tampons!"

The younger sibling just laughed again. "Have fun with that."

"Oh, I will!"

Yazoo just gave a smirk and a sarcastic thumbs-up before they both laughed and Loz disappeared back into the room.

As he turned back, the sound of a loud motorcycle caught his attention and he soon saw his younger brother pull up in front of the inn and quickly tromp up the stairs.

"Yazoo!" He barked before he even reached the top of the stairs. "Get dressed. We're leaving."

As Yazoo promptly turned to enter the room, Loz blocked the doorway. "Finally!"

"Not you. You stay here and keep watch." The leader said, talking towards him as well.

Loz frowned in disappointment. "What?" He began to say, but was interrupted by Yazoo, who made a hand gesture for him to move. As he did so, and let his brothers walk by him, his eyes followed Kadaj. "Why do I always get left behind??"

"You don't." Kadaj reasoned as he looked into the small fridge after taking a brief moment to watch Yazoo walk into the bathroom.

"Well, what the hell am I watching for? Why can't Yazoo stay behind? I'm bored, I wanna go fight something!"

Kadaj put a hand on his hip arrogantly before taking a swig of a drink in the fridge. "Well, listen to big Mr. Testosterone over here." He smirked. "You know, you whine like a girl."

Loz crossed his arms over his chest and muttered. "...At least I don't look like one."

The youngest brother narrowed his eyes at him and stepped forward. "What's that?"

He looked at him with a raised eyebrow, not expecting the cross response from Kadaj. "...Nothing."

"No, what'd you say to me?" He approached with furrowed eyebrows.

"I was just-"

"Are you questioning my authority, Loz?"

"No, I-"

"What?! You think just because you're bigger than me you'd make a better leader?" He laid into Loz so quickly he didn't even notice Yazoo walk over to them and readily sheath his gun. "Tell me, big brother, whens the last time you came up with a half ass decent plan?!"

"I can't leave the room for one second, can I?" Yazoo huffed in a low, calm voice.

"It's not my fault Loz can't shut his trap-"

"I was just fucking around for Christ's sake! You don't have to start fucking PMS-ing all over me! Fuck!" The oldest one threw up his hands and walked to the other side of the room.

Kadaj grinned. "Well, so was I! Can't you take a fucking joke, man? Come on!"

"Pfft!" Loz growled annoyedly. "Women!"

Outside, Kadaj mounted his bike as Yazoo inquired. "Was that really necessary?"

"Yazoo, Loz needs to learn that some days I just don't have the patience to deal with bullshit, alright? Now get on."

"Are we getting mine?" Yazoo asked as he climbed onto the seat behind Kadaj.

"Don't need it." His sibling answered, revving up the engine.

"...Then where exactly are we going?"

"You'll see." He said playfully, smirking to himself as he sped off out of Kalm.

About a half hour's drive later, they had ran past some plains and through some trees. Once the road in the forest came to a dead end, Kadaj stopped and motioned to Yazoo to go on without him as he grabbed something from the saddlebag. Yazoo did so, walking a short distance through the forest to a clear beach.

He stopped and looked around. "Kadaj..." He said lowly. "There's nothing out here."

"Not yet." He heard his brother come up behind him, then grasp his shoulder and turn him into a kiss.

Yazoo hesitated for a moment in surprise before leaning into the kiss. "Oh." He said softly when they parted, as a smirk crept onto his face. "I get it."

Kadaj grinned and grabbed his companions arm, leading him down the beach a few feet from the water. He put down the bag he was carrying and began to roll out a blanket.

"We came all the way out here to have a slumber party?" He asked sarcastically.

The younger one looked up and smiled. "What? I just wanna have a night alone with you, without that bonehead around."

Yazoo shook his head with a smile. "You are creative."

He grinned again. "I know." Then stood up, coming cheek to cheek with his sibling and placing a hand on the tough leather on his chest that separated their skin. "Take off your clothes." He breathed.

The older brother smiled and turned his head slightly away from him. "No." He said in a snooty, but playful voice.

Kadaj backed up enough to see his face. "Excuse me? How am I supposed to bone you if you're not naked?"

"Very carefully?" Yazoo said, backing away a few feet.

"Oh, hohoho..." Kadaj huffed; half frustrated and half amused. "You're asking for it."

"What are you gonna do?" The older brother teased, opening his palms at his sides. "Undress me yourself?"

Kadaj grinned and got into an attack stance. "It looks like I don't have a choice."

Seeing this, Yazoo mimicked his action. "So what are you waiting for?"

Without another moments hesitation, Kadaj charged at his older brother. Yazoo ducked quickly, sending the teenager straight over him, cleanly avoiding his attack.

Or so he thought. He stood up straight and smirked at his brother, before he noticed the crystalline blade weaving in his companions hand that he hadn't even seen him unsheathe. Barely a second after that, the armor blades on his shoulders fell to the ground.

His eyes dropped in surprise, then he looked back up, raising an eyebrow and smirking again as he saw Kadaj, standing there with a cocky stance, his arm crossing his chest and sword bouncing on his shoulder. "Touche'." Yazoo coined.

The teenager rose his blades again and grinned.

"I'm not making it easy for you this time." Yazoo announced as he reached for his own weapon, although he stayed in place when Kadaj lunged for him again.

Yazoo had no trouble blocking and dodging his brothers initial blows, but when the older sibling did a back flip, jumping off the ground with his hands, and went for a kick with his feet, Kadaj dropped his sword and grabbed them both. He then spun Yazoo around and threw him out of his own boots.

The gunman did another flip to land gracefully in the sand, which he could now feel under his merely socked feet. He stood and looked back at Kadaj, a slight twinge of frustration in his eye as the younger sibling laughed and tossed the boots aside.

They both charged this time. After a few clashes of metal, Kadaj tried a trick move, dodging right between his siblings lets. But Yazoo saw it coming and reached down just at the right moment.

Kadaj swiftly jumped up onto a rock, his companions belt now grasped in his hand. Yet now he seemed to be missing his coat.

Just as Yazoo turned and swung his brothers jacket over his shoulder, his pants loosened and fell to the ground, though his coat still covered everything. He ignored the sudden breeze however and just smiled at his brother.

Kadaj rubbed his bare chest and smiled at Yazoo.

After a moment, the older one dropped the coat and gun and approached Kadaj, grasping the zipper of his coat. Slowly, he started pulling it down, revealing the pale, pristine skin of his toned torso. He stopped barely inches away from Kadaj, who was now taller than Yazoo on his perch on the rock. Looking up at him, he slipped the leather off his shoulders and let the jacked fall to the sand, now standing nude in front of his little brother, save for a pair of gloves and socks.

The teenagers eyes gazed over his lovers body before he lifted the belt in his hand and wrapped it around Yazoo's neck, pulling him closer until his companions chin was nearly resting on his chest.

Yazoo rested his hands on his lovers hips and let one reach around and dip into his pants to gently massage his tight buttocks.

Kadaj took his brothers face in his hands and kissed him deeply, soon wrapping both his arms around his neck, giving way to the passions he needed to express.

With little hesitation, Yazoo's hands traveled in front to undo his lovers belt and remove his pants and skivvies. Without breaking the kiss, Kadaj kicked them off the moment they hit the ground and jumped up onto his brother, wrapping his legs around his waist to hold him there and groaning at the feeling of his semi-hard penis pressed between their bodies.

Yazoo grasped him tightly and carried him over to the blanket that was already laid out. He laid Kadaj down and rested his body on top of him, pressing his lips against his brothers again.

As they parted and Yazoo began to move down his lovers body, Kadaj let out a soft moan when his sibling found his tender nipple.

The teenager sat up, already flushed and aroused, taking Yazoo with him. He kissed him again as he reached for his big brother growing member and gently caressed.

"God, I love you..." Kadaj said softly when their lips parted, gazing at his partner lovingly and admiringly.

Yazoo smiled briefly, then leaned in, looking him straight in the eyes, his illuminated greens piercing into Kadaj's matching hues. "Make love to me..." Yazoo breathed. A tingling quiver seemed to creep up both their spines at the request.

The side of Kadaj's lip began to curve up into what could have been a smile, but his eyes lowered slightly in uncertainty. "You want that?"

"Oh, yes." Yazoo spoke in the same tone. "More then anything..." Although it wasn't quite a plea, his usual stern and somewhat cocky demeanor seemed to have become softened by simple desire and an unspoken need for his lover, along with everything they had to offer each other.

Kadaj glanced back up at his brother briefly, then lowered his head. "I'm not sure if I know how..." He admitted shamefully. Although he knew it was probably expected of him, there was nothing Kadaj hated more then having to be instructed or told what to do, by anyone about anything. Perhaps he was too arrogant or too much of a control freak. Or maybe he simply didn't want to be thought of as stupid. His young age often gave his brothers the upper hand in the experience department.

"I know. It's okay. I'll teach you." Yazoo said, then leaned back again with a loving smile, propping himself up with his arms, gently caressing Kadaj's side with his foot.

"Um... 'kay..." Kadaj said after a moment, a nervous flutter in his stomach beginning to rise.

Yazoo smiled, noticing the lost confusion in his little brother's face. "There's a tube in my bag." He informed. "On my bike."

Kadaj looked up at the trees lining the outskirts of the beach, then back at Yazoo. "I guess I'm the one who has to get it, huh?"

"No, I'll get it--" Yazoo said as he began to shift.

But his sibling stopped him, placing a hand on his chest. "No, no. I can get it." He insisted, then quickly stood and darted off..

The older one moved his head leisurely to watch his brief departure, smirking at his enthusiasm as he turned back to face the ocean. After barely a moment, he heard the same swift footsteps in the sand behind him and his head was suddenly pulled back and Kadaj engulfed his lips in a deep kiss.

After the lustful clash of tongue and lips, Kadaj pulled away and smiled. "Don't you dare move." With that, he ran off once again. Yazoo gave a short chuckle before moving to stand.

Kadaj was certainly glad it was summer. Just the evening breeze was almost too unpleasant for him as he hustled nude the short distance between one end of the woodland to the other to where their bikes were. He just hoped there weren't any misplaced monsters looking for someone to piss off anywhere near by.

As he found the motorcycles, he immediately began to fumble with the straps around one of Yazoo's saddlebags, hoping he had chosen the right one. It didn't take much digging before he found his brothers little black bag. He smirked with his success and opened it up. Inside were and awry of personal items, a tooth brush, toothpaste, hair brush, half a tube of chap stick, cologne, among other things. And at the bottom, an inconspicuous looking little box. He opened it, and surely enough, there was a nearly full tube of lubricant and the vibrator he'd seen Yazoo use just the night before.

He grabbed the tube and dropped the bag, darting off back through the woods, not bothering to re-strap the saddlebag. As he emerged from the woodland and made his way back down the sandy bank, he noticed Yazoo standing at the edge of the water. "Hey! I thought I told you not to mo--" Kadaj cut himself off suddenly, the sight before him stopping him dead in his tracks.

Yazoo turned his head and smiled at Kadaj, his hair pulled over one shoulder draped down the opposing side of his face as he casually ran his fingers through it, dancing in the coastal breeze and shimmering with the reflection of the warm orange orb on the waters surface.

The bright sun sat atop the island across the water, accompanied by patches of clouds strewn across the sky, painted with blazing color. The ocean matched the skies beauty, sparkling like a bed of diamonds. The light sand itself also seemed to glow warmly under their feet.

However, to Kadaj, all of that was dulled by the figure standing within it, to the point that he barely noticed anything else. He wasn't sure what it was exactly; whether it was the way the orange and pink hues cloaked themselves over Yazoo's flawless skin, or how the light and shadow seemed to accentuate the gentle curves of his lithe body. Or perhaps the simple warm and inviting affection in those brilliant emerald eyes in light of the anticipation of what was about to happen. But something about that vision, in that moment, with that smile, stole the teenagers very breath right away from him.

"Kadaj." Yazoo's voice melted warmly into Kadaj's mind, like chocolate on the tongue. He found himself in a haze as his mind devoured the sweet, sensual taste of his brothers presence; so lost in his love for his companion he didn't even realize he had said his name at first, hanging on the melodic sound, dumbfounded by beauty and admiration.

"You're staring at me again." Yazoo informed his little brother when he didn't move, his smile growing slightly.

Kadaj blinked as he came back to his senses, then smiled back a bit sheepishly before speaking softly. "You're so..."

Yazoo reached a hand out to him, inviting him over. Understanding the gesture, Kadaj continued to his lover. As they came face to face once again, Yazoo reached up, lovingly gliding his hands over his siblings upper arms and shoulders. "You should look in the mirror sometime."

Kadaj leaned in to steal a gentle kiss, finding a place for his hands at Yazoo's hips.

After a moment, the older one pulled away, then took Kadaj's hand and led him back over to the blanket. The two of them sat down next to each other and gently kissed as Yazoo took the lubricant from him, extending too of his lovers fingers and began to coat them with a small, but adequate amount.

Kadaj outstretched his legs in front of him and leaned against his older brother, watching interestedly.

Yazoo propped himself up with his arm and opened his legs, guiding Kadaj's hand past his genitals and to the cleft beneath, then felt Kadaj place his hand over his own behind him and rest his chin on his shoulder.

The teenager nuzzled and kissed Yazoo's cheek, coaxing him to turn towards his sibling and kiss him back. As he felt his slick fingers against his lovers flesh, Kadaj began to feel some slight apprehension; honestly not having thought of doing something quite like this before.

Yazoo's hand pressed against Kadaj's, slowly pushing a single finger inside. The younger one felt the tightness around his the digit as he heard his lover gasp. He looked to his little brother longfully, a flick of his tongue leaving a glossy layer of saliva on his flushed lips.

Gradually, he pushed the finger in further, watching Yazoo squirm in an attempt to adjust. Obviously he was enjoying it, as he presented his tongue through a lusty smile, which Kadaj devoured without hesitation.

The teenager found a rhythm as he penetrated his lover with his fingers and Yazoo's hand left his to stroke his own erection in time with him, soon feeling Kadaj apprehensively insert the second digit and move his hand faster and deeper into him.

"I'm ready." Yazoo cooed to his lover after a few minutes.

Kadaj paused, biting his lip before extracting his fingers from Yazoo. A bit clumsily, he moved over Yazoo and positioned himself between his brothers legs with the hesitation of an amateur.

The older sibling reached between them, grasping his companions erection and gently massaging it as he guided the tip to his opening, coating it with lubricant at the same time.

The teenager placed both his arms on either side of Yazoo, ignoring the slickness that still lingered on his fingers. He looked up at his lover, to find Yazoo was already looking at him. He smiled at him, his face more flushed then Kadaj's for once.

They both looked down and Kadaj began to push. Feeling the pressure, Yazoo laid his hand flat against his soft flesh, spreading himself further with his index and middle finger, letting Kadaj's hardness slide through them. Yazoo opened his mouth in an expression between pleasure and discomfort as his head pushed through.

Once he had managed to push himself half way inside, the teenager paused and closed his eyes as he let out a moan. His excitement had already pushed him quite a ways, the tight pressure around his already leaking erection was almost too much. A moment later, he felt Yazoo's gentle fingers on his shoulder, and soft lips in his hair.

Keeping his eyes closed, Kadaj raised his head, finding his lovers lips with his own. He grasped his companions hips, then slowly pushed the rest of the way in. They both shuddered, resonating pleasure on each others lips as they exchanged fierce, passionate kisses.

Once that ceased, Kadaj pressed his cheek against his lovers, breathing heavily. Yazoo's fingertips traced his back and buttock, silently coaxing him to begin.

The teenager began to pull out, then attempted a shallow thrust, but paused as he let out a breathy whimper.

"What's wrong?" Yazoo whispered.

"I... I... can't..." Kadaj huffed. "I'm gonna..."

"It's okay." Yazoo said, almost as though he was expecting it. "Go ahead."

Kadaj looked up at his older brother, as though to ask if he was sure.

The older sibling smiled at him. "Sooner would be better." He huffed lustily, holding back the need in his heated loins, now fully hardened with that first brush of the prostate.

The teenager lowered his head and grasped Yazoo tighter, then began to rock his hips, letting out heavy breaths with each thrust. Just a few of them gave way to Kadaj's release into his lovers body.

He relaxed against Yazoo, avoiding looking up at him, a slight frown on his face. The older one began to run his fingers through his young lovers hair and kiss his forehead.

"I hate my body..." Kadaj said after a moment.

"Aw, don't feel bad." Yazoo told him with a grin. "I love your body. It's sexy."

The teenager looked up at his companion, who placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Here, let me."

Kadaj let Yazoo roll him over without argument. Now on his back, Yazoo straddled his hips and ran his hands up his stomach and chest muscles, feeling his lover take a deep breath as he did so. He leaned down and gently began to nibble at his neck, sending Kadaj's hands to caress the back of his head through soft silver hair.

His hands slipped back down his younger brother's body, as his lips traveled to his chest. The teenager took a deep breath, arching his back as he felt Yazoo's digits caress his now flaccid penis, causing new excitement in the tender flesh as he rolled the soft nib between his fingers.

The younger sibling let out a soft moan, feeling his lovers lips tease his stiffened nipples. Yazoo wrapped a hand around the growing member, jerking his strokes. After a moment, he sat back up and lifted his hips. Still grasping Kadaj's glistening erection, he positioned himself above him, then pressed down.

"Ahhh...." The teenager sighed as he felt himself enter his lover again, hips rising in an attempt to buck. Yazoo immediately began to rock, placing his hands at either side of Kadaj as his erection moved in and out of him. His whole body soon began to almost bounce over him, his long hair draped down, swinging with the movement.

Kadaj grasped his companions hips, helping guide his movements. His chest rose and fell as his breaths became deep. He lied his head back, continuing to push with pleasure when it met the blanket under him.

When he looked back up, Yazoo's eyes were closed. His puckered lips had become an aroused shade of deep pink; his body movements were smooth and erotic; lustful, but controlled.

The younger brother reached up and grasped his companions sides, then pulled him down on top of him. He heard Yazoo let out a quiet moan as his erection became sandwiched between their bodies. He didn't stay like that for long, however; as Kadaj had forgotten how much taller Yazoo was than him, he was practically staring at his chest.

He pushed Yazoo to roll over, and he complied, easily turning them both without having to separate. Sitting up, he hooked his companions legs over his thighs, preparing for what was next. He paused for a moment, looking down at his writhing lover, who's bare, pale skin glowed with the orange sky; chest heaving and erection throbbing.

Yazoo opened his legs wider for Kadaj, pressing down on him needly. The younger brother responded by leaning down and briefly kissing at Yazoo's neck. He sat up again and reached a hand down to lightly massage at Yazoo's swollen member.

Kadaj heard him whimper softly as he lifted his hips in response to the attention. Then he placed both hands on either side of his companion and began to move; giving long, slow, deep strokes into his brother.

He immediately felt Yazoo shudder and moan under him, who squirmed pleasurably with his eyes closed before looking up at the person he was making love to.

The younger brother was already looking at him, face colored with lust and need, his eyes glazed with pleasure.

Yazoo moaned as he relished the feeling of his siblings thick hardness continuing to push in and out of him, brushing against the sensitive spot inside. His pulsating erection began to drip milky liquid onto his bare abdomen.

It wasn't long before Kadaj closed his eyes and his breaths turned into soft, brief moans with every thrust as he found a rhythm that rocked both their bodies together.

The older sibling pushed his head back and grasped his thigh, as if resisting the urge to pump his own erection. Kadaj looked down, noticing this, and wished for a moment that he was flexible enough to take the leaking organ in his mouth as they were. But since he couldn't do that, he reached down and began stroking his lovers penis with his hand in time with his thrusts.

Yazoo let out a strangled moan at the unexpected attention as he arched his back and raised his arms above his head, grasping at the blanket under him and pushing down on Kadaj again. "Ohh... Kadaj..." He breathed softly.

The younger brother leaned down and went for Yazoo's chest as he quickened his pace, feeling Yazoo jump slightly when Kadaj's teeth closed gently around his nipple. He soon felt both his sibling hands run down his back, one stopping and grasping Kadaj's buttocks, pushing with his lovers thrusts.

The teenager moved his head up Yazoo's body and nuzzled his neck, wrapping his arms around his lovers and grasping his shoulders. As his erection got caught between the two bodies closely pressed together, the older sibling placed his hands on either side of Kadaj's neck; who lifted his head to see his companion's face.

They looked at each other face to face, flushed cheeks and affectionate, lust filled eyes; a sheen layer of sweat covering their hot skin as their flesh moved together blissfully.

Kadaj touched his head to his brothers as their bodies continued to rock and shift.

"Kadaj..." His lover said again between heavy breaths.

The younger sibling leaned in to kiss his lover deeply and quickened his pace once again, letting his thrusts come sharp and quick.

"Ahh... Ah..." Yazoo moaned with the movement, then wrapped his arms tightly around Kadaj, pushing his head back as his young lover's slipped between his chin and shoulder.

They held each other tightly, pressing their bodies together as much as they could as they both moved and breathed in unison. Yazoo dug his fingernails into his little brothers back as he began to feel himself coming close. His breaths came in whimpers and gasps, the sensations of Kadaj's hard flesh thrusting inside him and his leaking erection being rubbed and squeezed between them.

Yazoo curled his upper body, pressing his cheek against Kadaj's shoulder; and almost at the same time, he felt his orgasm shoot from his penis and spill over both their stomachs as Kadaj filled his body with his hot cream, their sharp moans shattering the silent tide.

Kadaj collapsed onto his brothers heaving chest and closed his eyes, breathing heavy himself. They both loosened their grip on each other and relaxed their exhausted bodies for several moments.

"Wow..." Yazoo finally cooed.

The teenager looked at his big brother through disheveled silver strands and smiled, then leaned in to give him a soft, affectionate kiss before rolling over and lying on his back next to Yazoo. "I know." He grinned as he took his companions hand and kissed it as well.

"Mmm..." Yazoo smiled back and caressed Kadaj's cheek with the back of his fingers. "I love you." He said, and after a smile from his lover, he rolled to his side, draping an arm over his younger brothers chest and nuzzling into his chest.

"Ditto." Was all Kadaj could find the energy to say, already feeling his eyelids becoming heavy as he looked up into the now dark, star strewn sky.

Yazoo sighed and closed his eyes, gently caressing his companion's chest.

"Yazoo..." Kadaj said softly.

"Hmm?" He hummed tiredly.

"Stay here this time, okay?"

Yazoo rose his head to look at his brother questioningly.

"I wanna wake up next to you in the morning." He explained.

The older sibling smiled warmly. "Okay." He said, barely above a whisper. "I'll be here." Then laid his head back down and closed his eyes. "Goodnight, love."

"Night."