Bored

A/N: Huge thanks to everybody who's been reading and commenting, especially bela and natzilla. We're thrilled that you all like this so much as it only started out as a bit of a lighthearted experiment for us, really, and then we decided to share our awesome skills of creativity with the world. lol! No, seriously, we're really grateful how well this fun little fic is being embraced and rest assured - knowing my penchant for lengthy detail and schwaerze's brilliant characterisation of teasing!Yazoo - this story could go on for quite a while... You lucky readers! ;)

Just a personal note to schwaerze - you effin' rock! XD You are my inspiration and without you, this story would not exist. I love the way you write Yazoo here. Just love it. He's sexy, sarcastic, seductive...just sensational. And so are you. ^__^

Hugs,
Rina


Okay, onto the wet, soapy noodety! =D

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Last chapter:

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."


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Part 5.


“Hn.“ A faint, almost teasing smile played around Yazoo´s lips as he shot his brother a taxing look and then let his gaze travel over the foamy surface of the water. Well, it /did/ look inviting, hot and relaxing and just like what one would need after that hour long ride to wash away the dust and sweat and to… relax. Tilting his head, Yazoo pondered the option in that calm and un-hectic way of his, just as if time held no meaning to him at all.
Eventually his jade gaze wandered from the bubbles back to Loz –who seemed a bit on edge now- and he rose from his bent position to his full height again.

Then he turned his side to Loz, facing a bit away from him and started to undress. Now, whenever Yazoo did anything –and if it was even staring into nothingness- it carried an air of subtle deliberateness. He might seem disinterested and air-headed most of the time, but he was much more aware than he let through. And this also appeared to be the case in the simple task of undressing now. Of course he could have just gotten rid of his clothes and gone into the tub with Loz, but this would have been no fun. And as it was, teasing Loz came close to a hobby for him...

Since his gloves were already gone, he unfortunately couldn´t pull them off with his teeth, couldn´t bite into the soft leather and slowly free finger after finger. But it was all right, he had done so earlier, and he was almost certain that Loz had seen it.

So instead his long fingers reached for the zipper of the long coat and pulled it down with the long, agonizing screeching sound only zippers produce. And again he took his time. The black leather that hugged his body like a second skin, shaping his well-toned, slender body down to almost every detail, peeled away to reveal unblemished alabaster skin just the same tone and texture as his brother´s. It just didn´t become that apparent usually because unlike Loz, Yazoo kept himself as covered as he could. Strangely enough he had nothing in particular against the openness with which his older brother carried his body, proudly, aggressively. He also rather liked looking at that triangle of skin that was Loz´ chest and collarbone – the stark contrast to the black leather was interesting, in a way. Their bodies were their weapons (more so than Kadaj´s body was –his weapon was his mind). Yazoo´s just served him in another way than Loz´ did; the latter relied on its strength and Yazoo did –if necessary- rely on its alluring, seducing powers. So when he didn´t need it for this purpose he kept it closed up, just like one would put away a tool that wasn´t needed right now, but didn´t want to get rusty from the weather conditions either.

While his mind still lingered on these thoughts the zipper glided down, to reveal a stripe of his chest and his thumb went further to seemingly accidentally stroke over a small, slit navel. He had to bend down again to reach the bottom of his coat, long hair falling down beside his face in a silver curtain. While he was down there anyway he slowly freed his feet off of his boots as well, and carefully placed his bare soles down on the cool tiles.
It was absolutely quiet in the room when he slowly reached for the waistband of his pants to brush them down and let them fall down his long, slender legs. Since he was still wearing his coat that hid most of his body Loz probably didn´t see much more than a pile of leather forming on the floor, and maybe a glimpse of skin. But this was all part of the ‘game’ anyway. He could feel Loz´ frustrated gaze boring into his side and it strangely excited him.

Since all his movements had been so slow and teasing it must have come quite a bit as a shock when he just suddenly and rather unceremoniously shrugged the coat from his shoulders. All the underlying, sexual intention was gone in the blink of an eye, betraying the time it had taken to built it up.

And before Loz could even blink he was already in the water, expressionlessly observing the older from the opposite side of the tub with his body lying in the soapy water just till right under his nose. The rest of his body was –again- covered, just by another texture this time.


Eyes fixed round and unblinking, Loz kept staring at the spot where Yazoo had just been standing, though it was nothing but vacant space now, his brain still temporarily fried by the stunning vision of his brother's completely naked and very pale body. Even though he only glimpsed it for a nanosecond the sight was burnt into the back of his retinas, like the white flash of a camera, obliterating everything else in the room and leaving him temporarily blinded.

Loz had not expected that move.

The slow disrobing he HAD expected, not that he actually saw any full-frontal nudity as Yazoo was taking off his clothes, one item at a time, deliberately turning to the side and using his long leather coat as a kind of screen. Aside from when he was fighting and flitting around in the air like a homicidal fairy with a big-ass gun, Yazoo did everything slowly and measuredly, injecting grace, elegance and sensuality into every movement he made and the way he took his gloves off earlier was proof of that. Loz had been pretending to sniff the flowers set in a vase beside the hotel bed but out of the corner of his eye he was slyly observing his slender sibling biting down on the tips of the leather encasing his fingers and pulling them loose, one after the other. His slim wrist was bent and thumb extended, his head tipped back slightly and angular chin lifted. His eyes were half-closed and his pearly teeth bared in an expression that looked very much like the one he'd made when he bit his lip and orgasmed in that derelict warehouse.

Seeing that look on Yazoo's face again made Loz's already-tight pants fit that little bit snugger. By the time it was over and both gloves were removed, Loz had been sniffing those friggin' flowers for five minutes or more and it was only then he realized they were fake ones made out of silk and had no scent whatsoever. Yazoo must have known it too and never said anything, probably amused by Loz's distracted state. Any humiliation Loz may have experienced was worth it, however. Yazoo taking his gloves off was like a strip-tease in itself, like porn for hands, and Loz couldn't stop watching, even though it seemed to take forever.

If it was not a direct order from Kadaj, their middle brother did things in his own unhurried manner, when he was ready to do them, and he took exactly as long as he wished to complete whatever task it was that he was involved with - oiling and polishing Velvet Nightmare, drinking a cup of coffee, cleaning the underneath of his nails with a knife, buffing his boots or combing the tangles out his hair. Whatever he was doing, it took as long as it took and everyone else could simply wait until he was done. In fact, sometimes it seemed he enjoyed making people wait, making them impatient and frustrated.

And so it was with the way he undressed also. Well, at least it had been right up until the last part. The way he just flicked the coat off his tall, statuesque form with a quick shrug of his shoulders and revealed every damn thing at once...

Sweet Mother. Loz's vision might never recover.

Eventually, though, it did and he blinked, once, and then a few more times in succession, the silhouette of Yazoo's perfect body flashing on the inside of his eyelids with each blink. It's probably a good thing Yazoo dived into the tub as fast as he had because if Loz kept looking at all that unholy beauty for too long his eyeballs might have melted right out of his sockets, like staring into the path of an incoming meteor. Eyeballs fortunately still intact, he faced his now-nude brother who was sitting opposite him in the spa bath. Despite Yazoo being every bit as naked as he was, Loz could only see two gleaming green orbs and the top of a silver head above the carpet of bubbles floating on the surface of the tub, Yazoo hiding his beguiling nakedness beneath the water in yet another deliberate, taunting act of provocation. One second he's letting it all hang out and allowing Loz to see every gift the Gods endowed him with; the next he's covering himself up to his chin like a virgin bride pulling up the sheets on her wedding night.

Almost as slowly as Yazoo had stripped off, Loz's lips began curving up at the edges, first forming a smile and then a wide grin. He started to chuckle and soon the sound of his baritone laughter was echoing in the otherwise silent bathroom, deep and delighted.

"Godsdamn, Yazoo. Ain't you just full of surprises."

The bigger brother shook his head in amusement and drained the rest of his beer in a few audible swallows, dangling a hand over the side of the tub and letting the empty glass bottle drop to the floor with a clinking noise against the hard ceramic tiles.

Still grinning, Loz dipped a muscular arm into the frothy water they were both submerged in and groped about until he encountered one slim ankle, his fingers firmly closing around it and tugging.

"Come here, you little fuckin' tease."