Golden Lotus (Chapter 4 up!)

Hey there again^^ Sorry for the delay, I was sick :(



Many many thanks and cookies go to



Infek: I hope Yazoo´s situation will get a bit more clear in this chapter. I think he´s pretty torn between enjoying what Sephiroth does to him, basking in the attention he receives, but at the other hand he is aware that what they do is morally wrong and that he has no freedom at all, thanks to Sephiroth. Yazoo is done by Chephren and I do the rest, except for this chapter, where Chephren wrote Genesis as well^^



fyrbyrd: Hey dear! Happy to see you´re good and well! And no worries, I´m really (co)writing too many fics, no one can keep track of all of them, even I can´t XD Btw: your series inspired me to try my hands on a mpreg as well, so far I only posted it in ff, but Yazoo gets pregnant from Sephy and the general is not amused about it XD It´s supposed to be fluffy, but I´ll have to see if I can manage that. Can´t wait to read from you too! *huggles*



miau.: Ah, sorry, I was sick and not at home with my comp :( But I hope you´ll like the new chapter anyway^^



So, without further ado, here it is:









4



Yazoo couldn't even squirm delightedly as his brother carried him to the large, soft bed, his weight crushing down on his prostate would not allow it, so he had to simply endure the mind-blowing pleasure that only his beloved brother had ever been able to give him. His body spasmed with each strike to that delectable spot, and he threw his head back and cried out, not even able to tighten his hold against Sephiroth's tight body, only breathe raggedly and arch greedily into the touch, which, in turn, further brushed his hard length into his brother's belly.



Soon enough the sweet torture was ended though, as Sephiroth finally pulled his finger out (imagining a little ‘plop’ sound in his twisted mind as he did so) and unceremoniously threw Yazoo on the bed. His former gentle and considerate touches had become rougher and more heated, but that was just the way they liked it… “Isn´t it? You like it rough and hard, don´t you, little bitch?” he almost growled and pressed Yazoo face first into the mattress, so his naked, bare ass stood up from his laying position. Sephiroth took a moment to admire the view, the glossy, puckering red hole being stuck up, the hard, twitching cock hanging between Yazoo´s long legs… He stroked with his fingertips, lightly, before he predatorily licked his lips and started to move his tongue over the warm glyph.



Yazoo gasped when he made sharp contact with the mattress and was abruptly rolled over, face first into the bed, ass in the air, which felt wonderful between his legs, and then that wet tongue...



“Nnnnnnnnn,” Yazoo moaned into the mattress, unable to answer his brother's question, but enjoying rough treatment from his brother just as much as tender, maybe even moreso, because tender treatment from Sephiroth still felt a little unsettling and wrong sometimes deep down. Oh, yes, he enjoyed rough, it didn't give him time to think about how their hot play sessions could be deviant and unacceptable, and Sephiroth knew just how he liked it. He felt his bottom draw back to get closer to that hot, wet mouth.



With quick laps, Sephiroth had licked all the cherry lube away that had been spilled. “Hn, you´re so eager… But you´re not even near where I want to have you…” He pulled the cheeks apart and then from the left side moved his sticky finger to the small entrance, brushing against it first and then pushing inside.



While penetrating Yazoo with his finger, Sephiroth´s moist tongue continued to lick and swirl around both his finger and the wrinkled, round muscle. Then, from the opposite side, a second finger snuck up and pushed inside as well, in contrary movements to the first and loosening the tight flesh. Eventually, Sephiroth pulled a bit, stretching Yazoo´s butthole open, so he was greeted with a tiny spot of his rosy insides. And then he attacked with his tongue again, trailing over the so very, very soft inside, stroking and teasing, but never really going inside.



“Unh, Ahhhhh, g-go inside... please....”Yazoo had lifted his head from the bed, and set his chin on one arm helplessly, letting his brother have his way. He felt the entrance to his body being stretched open over those fingers from opposite sides, could feel even the air penetrating him there, until Sephiroth's seeking tongue came to fill the void. “I....I.... need your tongue, brother...ahhhh....” His legs further pushed back to get closer to that slick, sure muscle trying to get in, for he wanted it as much as it wanted him.



“You beg so very beautifully…” Sephiroth murmured, satisfied and stretched a bit farther. Then finally, he let his tongue dip in, vanishing between the pink flesh, probing and seeking for that spot that would make Yazoo uncontrollably shiver and moans would fill the room, making his nerves tingle. He´d manipulate that sweet spot for so long until his brother's legs would give out under him, till he´d fall heavily on the bed, trying to crawl away because he couldn´t bear the teasing stimulation anymore. His tongue had reached a tiny dot, sticking a bit out of the flesh. Testing, Sephiroth brushed with the tip of his tongue against it, waiting for the reaction.



Yazoo could not restrain a strangled cry at the slick muscle teasing that already-ravaged sweet spot and his body rocked involuntarily, first to get away from that overwhelming pleasure and then to seek it out again.



“Found it,” Sephiroth breathed, and then he started to viciously attack the tiny swelling with well placed, quick pushes, circling it, licking it, stroking it with lazy, sensual movements. He parted his knees a bit, to get closer to the mattress and finding some much needed relief by pressing his dripping cock against the smooth, cool silken blanket. Instantly, a small wet circle appeared around the tip as the precum soaked into the fabric and Sephiroth wondered how much longer he could bear that treatment, that wasn´t only torturous to Yazoo.



Yazoo found he could not summon any words to tell his beautiful brother how he made him feel, but could only mewl and whimper and cry out some more. This felt so good, and the stimulation was too much, there were really no words to describe it anyway. Yazoo wanted to escape it, but his body desperately wanted more. These deliciously unrelenting sensations coming from that sinful, forbidden mouth.... “I.... I....” was all Yazoo could manage as warning that he was about to explode all over himself and the bed and his mind would unravel.



“Oh no, you won´t!” Sephiroth hissed as he had withdrawn his tongue, and then let go of Yazoo´s prepared hole. Instead, he leaned his body over Yazoo´s, his wet penis slipping almost by itself inside his brother's body, and groaned as he sunk down deep, till his hips met with Yazoo´s tight buttocks. He bit into his brother's shoulder to stifle the harsh sound that left him as he was so thoroughly welcomed inside that perfect canal, that seemed as if it had only been made for him, a perfect match to his enormous cock. Slowly, he moved his pelvis up and down, gliding in and out, searching that spot again, heavily breathing into Yazoo´s ear. “That´s it, little brother, that´s what you wanted, isn´t it?”



“Ohhhh... yessss!!!” Yazoo felt his eyes squeeze shut and his face contort into a delighted smile, which did not last long as his mouth fell open again to let more whimpers escape his lips, swollen from Sephiroth's rough claiming of them. He let his hips jut back to meet Sephiroth's every mighty thrust, which was expertly maneuvered to graze his prostate, sending even more sparks of mind-numbing pleasure up his spine and into his oh-so-swollen, leaking cock.



“Say it,” the older ordered through harsh pants, ruthlessly shoving in with mechanical, repeated jerks, his arm slipping around Yazoo´s slender waist to get a hold of the cock slapping against his brother´s belly with every powerful thrust. “Say… that you love… my cock… inside your… gay little ass! Tell me… that I´m doing you… like… no… one… else… can!!!” Each word was accompanied by another frantic jab, and Sephiroth grabbed Yazoo´s sweaty hair, roughly pulling his head back so he could see his face.



Yazoo fought to process the words that met his ears as he was ruthlessly pounded into by his brother. “Uhhm.... I-I l-love your cock...ahhhh!” he felt his head jerked back to look into those cold, smug green eyes that looked down at him through a feral, lust-filled haze, “I love yourcockinsidemyass, Brother! And... no one else... nnnnnngh.... has ever made me feel this way....” He hoped that was it. Yazoo's mind was practically mush, and everything he told his brother was true... Hearing himself speak so shakily, not being able to control his voice by any means, volume or otherwise, made Yazoo almost cum again, especially with Sephiroth's sure hand stroking his overjoyed cock, trapping him in this pleasure cage with no means of escape, and he could barely think, let alone reason why he would want to.



These incoherent words, and the genuineness speaking out of them, paired with Yazoo´s huge, dazed eyes pleading for relief was the last grain to tip the scale. It was all Sephiroth needed to slam in balls deep a last few times and then he released his seed into his brother´s squirming, sweaty body. “I love you,” he groaned, pressing the violently shuddering body underneath him closer to his own trembling form and then, as his orgasm faded and his breathing slowed he pulled long, wet strands out of Yazoo´s hair with shaking fingers and murmured into his ear again “I love you…”



At feeling his brother's release inside his writhing body, and those last merciless, rocking jabs to his prostate, Yazoo couldn't hold back any longer. He screamed and spurted out onto the soft mattress and all over his tight belly, convulsing into his brother's obliging hand, which squeezed him a little in the moment of their release. His body sagged in exhaustion, and he felt Sephiroth's arm pull him closer and the 'I love you' whispered into his ear. Yazoo hesitated at those endearing words. Of course he loved his brother. Loved with the deepest passion... and hated him... with the deepest malice he had ever felt for anything in his life. How DARE Sephiroth make him feel this way.... and bless him.



“I love you too, Brother,” Yazoo replied honestly, letting his brother hold him close, gazing down at the sticky mess below him.



"Oh, I know you do," Sephiroth smiled, rolling off of his brother on to his back and drawing Yazoo closer, still affectionately stroking over his head. "I´m your brother," he said. Then he looked down at the white stains on the bed and on Yazoo and dipped a finger into the sticky fluid, holding it up and then to Yazoo´s lips, murmuring with a slight, ironic smile, "Now look what a mess you made..."



Yazoo felt a bit conflicted, almost too much so to notice the cum-covered fingertip approach his mouth, that is, until it brushed lovingly over his lower lip. He reached out with his wet, pink tongue to lap it from his brother's finger, trying to be present. He did manage to pull himself back to give his brother a good show of licking and sucking that slim finger at his lips. Being under the scrutiny of such a formidable, lovely man did make Yazoo feel a bit excited, and his sated cock twitched in overstimulation.



Sephiroth watched Yazoo lick his finger with fathomless eyes, but his attention wasn´t really focused as he stared at those pink, soft lips. They looked so very tempting, so sweet and he wanted to taste them… So he absently leaned over further and hovered mere centimetres above Yazoo´s face, but before he could make contact, his brother turned his head away and the older snapped out of it.



“Now, Brother, you know very well about the no-kissing policy here at the Lotus. You caught me off-guard earlier,” his hand absently caressed over his bite-swollen lips, but he continued, “but as I am to remain here, you must obey it.”



Narrowing his eyes, Sephiroth rested his head back on the cushion, looking displeased. How he hated that stupid policy of no-kissing the clients… “You know, I am not one of your vulgar clients, I am your brother,” he growled, ceasing his stroking movements in favor of letting one of Yazoo´s long tresses glide between his fingers, viciously pulling at it.



“Yes, dear Brother,” Yazoo never let his gaze waver from Sephiroth's as he searched for a plausible excuse, “but rules are rules and when you brought me here, I became property of Rufus Shinra, and I must obey the rules of the house, as must all the working girls.” To soften the blow a bit, he nuzzled his pale cheek against the hand that held strands of his silver hair.



Sephiroth´s displeased expression eased at that and he sighed, pulling Yazoo´s head to his shoulder to lean on. “Well well, I know that.” Still he let his finger trace over the pouty, pale flesh that were Yazoo´s perfect lips. “But you know, you may belong to Shinra on the paper of your contract, but ultimately you are mine and you will always be.” These words were accompanied by a pleased, almost dreamy smile and the beautiful aristocrat pressed his own lips into Yazoo´s hair instead, before he closed his eyes for a moment. Oh yes, he owned Yazoo so thoroughly like no one else owned another person, Sephiroth had made sure of that from a very early age on. It was that knowledge that his brother belonged to him like a part of his own body, undeniably and unescapebly, bidding to his ever whim that made this whole affair so very thrilling. Holding absolute power over Yazoo´s body, his fate, his past, present and future; that was what made the little whore worthy of Sephiroth´s attention. Yazoo was his puppet, his most precious toy and he would always be till the end of times or till the day that Sephiroth grew bored of him… Which wasn´t any time soon, probably. Sephiroth had invested too much in him, and Yazoo wasn´t anywhere near of paying him back yet. Sure, for an impoverished aristocrate Sephiroth made a good living off the money Yazoo earned here. He got 40 percent with Rufus keeping the rest, but it was relatively acceptable. Sephiroth didn´t have to work himself and there was nothing he lacked, really. But there was still a lot more he could get out of his brother and as long as that was so he wouldn´t abandon him.



Yazoo felt himself be drawn close to the strong body again, and listened to the sounds of his brother's breathing calm down a bit, guessing he may be drowsing. Wearily, he relaxed and let his own heavy lids drift shut, and descended into sleep.



When Sephiroth opened his eyes again, he felt slightly groggy and stiff and his tired gaze went over to the clock installed on the wall. It usually would tell the clients when their time was up, but of course, such rules did not apply to Sephiroth. Still it was late, so he carefully withdrew his arm from Yazoo, not waking him from his deep slumber. Before he moved from the bed though, he took another moment to look at the sleeping form and then he leaned forward, lightly brushing with his mouth over Yazoo´s lips, stealing a chaste kiss. Then he pulled up the zipper of his pants, left the bed and, grabbing his coat, exited the room with a satisfied, almost ironic smirk.



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Having been very curious about the silver-haired young man who had visited him in his quarters a little earlier this evening... and particularly, his godly, older brother, Genesis found himself being slightly less attentive to his last client than he would have liked. He had nearly forgotten to punish the naughty, older man for brushing his lips across Genesis' inner thigh without having been given permission. The submissive had done that, actively seeking punishment, which Genesis gave, but with less gusto than usual. His heart simply was not in it tonight.



After the client left, and Genesis had had a bath and returned the accessories in his quarters to their usual, orderly state, he found himself wandering the halls, and his pretty feet, adorned with Goddess sandals to match his Grecian-style dressing gown, had taken him directly to Yazoo's door.



To Genesis' delight, there was shuffling coming from behind the pretty mahogany door. That lovely man must still be in there... Genesis thought to himself, overjoyed, what harm could there be in....? With that, he leaned closer and indulged his curious, bejeweled ear... to his surprise, he heard deep panting as well as Yazoo's wails of pleasure, and occasionally, that deep, sultry nearly incomprehensible tone of Sephiroth's voice coming from within. Genesis was outraged! So that is how it is in Yazoo's family...



He liked Yazoo well enough as a person, but how did the little minx manage to be so flippin' perfect that he could effortlessly become the most sought-after working girl in the district. Not only that, but his own brother as well??! Damn, let us other girls have a chance, Yaz... Genesis also thought that this thing between Sephiroth and Yazoo was twisted and they must be saved. Gen would, of course, step in here, as he had wanted to lie down with Sephiroth for some time, as winsome as the man was. Gen continued his delicious thought process, moving down the hall slightly, so as not to be caught eavesdropping.



Sephiroth silently closed the door behind him and threw the coat over his shoulders. He desperately needed a shower as soon as he was back at the mansio- His thought´s were interrupted when he walked around a corner and bumped into someone, his reflexes quick enough to catch whomever he had run over. "My apologies. Are you all right?" he asked, politely but not very interested. He needed to get out of this shithole...



Genesis blinked with long lashes up at the silver subject of his naughtiest fantasies. He saw the opportunity, and pounced.



“Oh, I am fine... thank you, sir.” He extended a slender hand, “Genesis Rhapsodos...”



Sephiroth watched the outstretched hand for a moment, then his eyes wandered up to the redhaired beauty that looked just like one of the cherubic Greek gods and finally took it. "Sephiroth."



“So, are you busy now,” Genesis enjoyed the man's name on his lips, his voice becoming a bit husky as he said it, “Sephiroth.... would you like some company?”



"Actually no, I am rather busy. But thank you for the offer." Again, Sephiroth was rather polite. If he´d have met this man under different circumstances and if he hadn´t clearly been a prostitute, Sephiroth might have re-considered. It wasn´t like he didn´t have other fucks than his brother. But they were just to satisfy his needs when he didn´t have time to visit Yazoo... So, there was no way that he would get involved with a whore, in this place, no matter how delicious he looked. "I wish you a nice evening."



As the silver-haired man set off on his way, Genesis stood, a bit taken aback that someone had refused his favors. Granted, this was Sephiroth, but Genesis knew he was a damn fine piece of ass and could show a gentleman so much more than a good time. The only conclusion that he could conceivably reach was that this incestuous relationship he shared with Yazoo had ruined him from looking at anyone else. We shall see... Gen told himself smugly, and strolled down the adjacent hallway back to his quarters, his head held high, trying to clear his head and buff up his faltering pride.



tbc?



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Will Genesis ever get into Seph´s pants? Will Yazoo be able to walk tomorrow? And just what else could happen??? We´ll probably see next chapter, so please don´t forget to tell us how you liked it and if you´d like to read more^^