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A/N: Thank you to everyone who's reading this! Especially:

fyrbyrd: Thank you for commenting! We're gonna be teasing you a LOT over the next few chapters. We can't help it. That's what we do. XD

Murtaghgirl: Thanks! How did we come up with the idea? Because we're utter geniuses. lol You can pretty much guarantee that Kadaj is not happy with his brothers and if you're lucky you may get to see his reaction a bit later on... Oh yes, Loz is very naughty boy and there will be much more licking of yummy Yazoo, we promise.

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Everyone, enjoy this update!


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Part 4. Encounter.


"Why did you stop?"

It was those four calmly spoken words that gave away Yazoo's consent. That's when Loz knew that he could do whatever he wanted and Yazoo would be okay with it. Yazoo was not the type to openly invite advances but asking Loz why he stopped was his way of saying that he was going to play along with this game; that he was going to let Loz take the lead and decide what they did next. That's all Loz really needed to hear - that he had permission. He was keen to assume control and boss Yazoo around but only if Yazoo agreed to it. After all, even in his wildest dreams Loz had never fantasized about forcing Yazoo or making him do things against his will. The idea of hurting or raping his beautiful brother made Loz feel horrified and sick. He would eagerly perform atrocious acts of violence against anyone else in the world - and had done so - but he'd never turn that violence against either of his brothers and especially not against Yazoo. Loz cared about him too much to do that.

What turned Loz on was not the idea of Yazoo just numbly taking or accepting anything that was done to him without feeling any of it, but the thought of his usually silent sibling actually liking what was happening and responding in a positive and demonstrative way. What turned him on above everything else was the thought of Yazoo discarding his calm, emotionless demeanour and showing visible signs of sexual arousal and enjoyment; a change of facial expression, an arched spine, a bitten lip, a soft moan, a gasp, a cry of pleasure. Those were the things that Loz thought about late at night alone in his bed groaning into his pillow and those were the things he wanted to see now. He'd glimpsed a few of those reactions when they had their little encounter a while ago, his mind drifting back to that day...

They had just been in an abandoned warehouse interrogating a former employee of Rufus Shinra, on Kadaj's order, seeking to gain the whereabouts of Mother and where they were keeping her. Their younger brother was off doing his own interrogation and had instructed Loz and Yazoo to get as much information out of this guy as they could before they finally killed him. Despite Loz's blunt, repeated punches to the face and gut and Yazoo's sweetly cajoling persuasiveness they didn't get the answers they sought and so after getting a nod from Yazoo, Loz finished the dude off, snapping his neck and savagely kicking over the chair he was tied to in disgust. Loz could not recall what caused the resulting event - whether they were both sadistically excited by the torturing or whether it was just that they had a few precious minutes to themselves without Kadaj around - but they began to leave the building through a rear fire exit and the next thing Loz knew, he was pressing his slimmer brother against the concrete wall of the stair well, their hands urgently scrambling for each other's pants.

He wasn't sure who made the first move; whether he shoved Yazoo into the cold concrete or whether Yazoo pulled him there but it didn't matter because they both wanted it the same. They both knew it, without uttering a single word. No other clothing was undone, only their pants, Loz pushing up the front of Yazoo's long coat to get at the trouser-zipper underneath and yanking it open, peeling off his blood-splattered glove and shoving his bare hand into the warm leather, discovering his middle brother's maleness, already hard. Meanwhile, Yazoo was doing the same thing, removing his own glove as if he too needed to properly feel Loz's firm flesh in his fingers, skin to skin, not through a layer of cured animal hide. They jerked each other off in that stair well; Loz's strokes rougher and harder than Yazoo's sensual, squeezing ones but no less quick or urgent than his brother's. It was a fast, intense encounter but the thing that made it so intense was not so much the actual act they were engaged in; it was more that they were staring into each other's eyes while they did it, able to sense each other's pleasure and excitement and feeding off it, feeding off the way their pupils dilated and irises darkened with increasing desire. Even if they didn't know why they were doing it, they were still both fully aware of /what/ they were doing and they kept going until both of them had reached climax, unable to stop for anything, not even if the building had begun falling down around them.

Yazoo was first, his face tensing with a slightly pained look, white teeth biting down on his bottom lip as Loz's fist gripped tighter around him. He gave this tiny, helpless little whimper and came onto the filthy, rubbish-littered floor between their boots, never once breaking their magnetically-locked gaze. Loz erupted almost immediately after that, groaning roughly and spurting hot fluid into Yazoo's soft hand.

Breathing shallowly, they kept looking at each other for a few more moments, still not saying anything but not really needing to, their bond closer than ever before. Loz felt as though they had shared something significant and meaningful, something they wouldn't tell anyone else about but keep private and only to themselves.

Something Kadaj wouldn't even know.

Eventually, Yazoo broke the stare so he could glance down at what was on his hand, looking at the opaque white substance clinging to his fingers in mild curiosity. He brought it up to his nose and smelled it, again with that same analysing interest, and then delicately licked some of it from his finger, as if curious to know what Loz's sperm tasted like. He reacted with a simple, "Hm," but it didn't sound as though he found the taste off-putting or displeasing in any way. Rapidly getting horny all over again, Loz shifted nearer and lowered his head, about to give Yazoo the hottest, deepest kiss of his life, when suddenly and most inconveniently, Loz's phone rang.

He could have murdered Kadaj right then. Quite happily.

Furiously cursing his little brother's terrible timing, Loz retrieved his trumpeting phone from his jacket and answered Kadaj's demanding questions with rude, stroppy replies, barking no, they hadn't found out where Mother was being held and yes, of course the guy is fucking dead. Kadaj then ordered them to return to their hideout right away and Loz snapped his phone closed, almost crushing the plastic device in his angry fist. He wanted to get back to that kiss he almost gave Yazoo but his longer-haired brother didn't seem interested anymore, efficiently wiping his hand on a crumpled sheet of newspaper he picked up off the ground, putting his glove back on and smoothing down the front of his coat in preparation for their departure.

It was all over. Just like that.

Loz never forgot it, and he's pretty sure Yazoo hadn't either, but for some reason they avoided speaking of it. But it was there, at the back of Loz's mind, every time he looked at Yazoo. And every time he wanted to do it again. One particular image that stood out in his memory, sharp and clear as the day it happened, was his semen running down those pale fingers of Yazoo's, just like that beer foam had mere minutes ago.

All these thoughts tumbled through Loz's brain in a matter of seconds, while Yazoo was patiently standing there awaiting an answer for why Loz stopped kissing his hand.

The older brother reached for the bottle of beer he'd set aside, bringing it to his lips and taking a few swallows, eyeing Yazoo's tall, shapely figure with a leisurely gaze.

Casually leaning back against the rim of the tub again, Loz replied in a deep, lazy drawl, "I ain't stopping. I'm just waiting for you to take your damn clothes off and get in here with me."