Cold Wind

OMG I UPDATED!!

I finally dragged this chapter out. It was so hard doing it. I don't even know why. It was crazy. Well I sort of know why. I tried to go against my instincts in this chapter and tried to take it somewhere it didn't want to go. However this also has to be the longest chapter I have written so far which definitely added to the difficulty. Also I am going to ask ahead of time that you not kill me plzkthx.

Disclaimer:: This story is disclaimed!! Nothing belongs to me but the storyline.


Chapter 5

Yazoo’s POV

After that night things got even more tense between us. You seemed to avoid me more than usual and you always had a calculating look about you. Whenever I would speak to you it would be brief and you would not make eye contact with me. Wasn’t it just barely two nights before when I thought you wanted me? Poor Loz. Our bigger brother is caught up in the middle of us, as confused as I am about why you and I are acting this way towards each other. I have taken to his company now more than ever with you avoiding me, but it isn‘t what I want. A few days after visiting the chocobo farm he is in the bathroom for literally hours. I contemplate going in there several times, hearing crashes and muffled curses until he comes out with a triumphant smile. He’s styled his hair back in a curled flip that looks like a chocobo’s and I have to fight giggles. When I look over at you to say something I find you completely disinterested and absorbed into a book.

“Na Kadaj…Do you like Loz’s hairdo?”

You look up only for a moment and nod lightly.

“Uhn…it’s nice Loz.”

I turn to Loz and shrug, though that seems to be good enough for him and he walks out preening, most likely going to show off in the local bar he’s taken to. He really has become a hit with the local women.

After a few minutes of thinking I look over at you, scrunched up on your bed, barefoot and gloveless, biting at a thumbnail as you read, your brilliant eyes focused and intense and your hair falling like a shadow over your face. My breath catches at the sight of you there like that. You were so natural and comfortable, so much your true self in this moment. My eyes begin to wander over the rest of your form, over leather clad legs, not as long as mine but still elegant. Then they travel up your thin body. You were sleek and graceful, so similar to myself but just different enough to be appealing. As I lay there I work up the courage to speak to you again, my curiosity is burning me inside. I want an answer to the question I was going to ask you two nights ago.

“Kadaj…”

You don’t acknowledge me, you are too absorbed in your book. I wait a few moments and try again, clearing my throat and speaking a bit louder this time.

“Hey…Kadaj.”

You lift your head some and look over at me, lowering your book to let me know that you’re paying attention.

“Yes Yazoo. What is it?”

So far you seemed calm and ok with a conversation, but one could never be sure. I shift myself, sitting up from the reclined position I had been in.

“About the other night…”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

My mouth simply hangs open when you cut me off and go back to your book abruptly. I wanted to scream and shake you and make you talk to me, kiss your lips and draw your confession from you. I knew it was there. It had to be there. I just couldn’t deal with it if it wasn’t. But I also know that you are the type that when a conversation is over it’s over, and this one was definitely over. You had taken to your book with a fervor with which I had never seen anyone read before, obviously and willfully ignoring me. I would rather not fight with you again so I merely nod and lay back down.

“Ok.”

After speaking that quiet word I snuggle into the warmth of the pillow and let my eyes slip closed. After a while of catnapping I hear you get up and leave the room, shutting the door quietly behind you. It doesn’t take long before I am truly asleep. At least this way I don’t have to think about you.

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It is very dark when I hear the door open again. I am awake almost immediately, cursing my body and it’s reactions. If anyone it was you or Loz, you were the only ones with keys. I snuggle into my pillow again before hearing a light and feminine giggle. My eyes shoot open at the sound. Who brought a girl to the room? Even if all of us had succumbed to nature’s whims before we had at least had the decency to do it away from our accommodations. I hear another chuckle and it is undeniably you, your high and nasal tone easily distinguishable to me. I wince as you click on the light and shut the door behind you. The sudden light is almost blinding but I sit up anyway and turn to face you with a light glare, letting you know of my displeasure. You look surprised for only a moment before you settle on a cool and seductive gaze, one which you have never set on me before. I can tell that both you and the girl have been drinking, she is wobbly on her feet and keeps giggling occasionally, your face is flushed, your cheeks attractively dusted with pink. You look over me, calculating, but in a different way, your eyes sweeping over me with a gaze that makes me shudder only to come to rest on my face with that same maddening expression.

“Ah Yazoo… It seems we woke you na?” the girl giggles again and you chuckle and pet her hair.

“Hai. What are you doing Kadaj… what about our agreement?”

You smirk lightly and wave a hand dismissively at me.

“Don’t worry about that. I was remembering our conversation of a few days ago…”

You give me that hungry gaze again, the one that makes me shiver and then you smirk.

“Anyway… I thought in light of recent events….we could share her….” You lean in and nuzzle at the girl’s neck with your nose and she looks over at me with a light smile, she has evidently caught on. I have to admit that the offer is tempting. The mere touch of your gaze has seen to making me needy. But I hesitate. This is strange for you, for us, I wonder how it will affect us later.

Kadaj’s POV

I see the hesitation in your eyes and I resist the very strong urge to curse. If you refuse me it will mess up my plan. I kiss the girl’s neck lightly and herd her towards you with a smirk.

“Change Yazoo’s mind for us….”

I stand with my hand on my hip and watch you watching her. She goes over to you and pushes you back into the pillows, straddling your waist. You still seem hesitant and inside jealousy is boiling up inside of me, but I stomp it down. This was necessary for my plan to be carried out. I snap out of my thoughts to hear the girl exclaim on how you were already hard….maybe this wasn’t going so badly after all. After a few more moments of watching you, your hands now on her hips as she kisses at your chest I walk toward the two of you, removing my jacket and then stopping to remove my boots, left only in my leather pants as I climb up behind her. Straddling your legs as well I grab her hips and grind myself into her backend. I am not fully aroused but that will change. I have a feeling that it will change quickly when you let out a soft groan of pleasure that shoots electricity down my spine and straight to my groin. As stereotypical as it may be, oh how I have so longed to hear your sweet voice upraised in passion. I can’t wait to touch you. I had wanted for the girl to do most of the work, taunting you into action, but I find myself wanting to touch you quickly. I pull off my leather gloves in annoyance and toss them aside before placing my hand on your chest lightly, slipping my hand down and then pulling away before you realized who had touched you.

“Move a bit pretty.”

I move the girl aside off of you and then I begin to undress her. I look over at you. Your eyes are closed and your hands lightly gripping your pillow, trying to take back control. You hated to lose it, but I intended to make you.

“ Yazoo…..”

I slide the girl’s skirt up and let my hand caress her buttocks. The way she is positioned her sex is revealed to you partially and I let my fingers delve into her. She is practically dripping and I can feel the heat coming off of her. I ignore the noises she makes and focus on you, your eyes exploring what I have revealed with and wanting and strange expression that worries me, but only for a moment as you get up onto your knees and take you place behind her as I’d hoped.

“She’s ready for you…..”

Yazoo’s POV

How could he do this to me? Taunting me once again. I bat his hand away and replace his with mine before undoing my pants and pulling them down enough to let my heavy arousal push out into the open air needfully.

“It seems she is…”

I don’t look at you, can’t look at the triumph on your face as I take her, sinking into her heat with a groan and a cry from her, which I ignore, only hearing your light chuckle. After a moment of keeping still I open my eyes to see you guiding her mouth to your erection. I am transfixed by the sight of your face flushed in pleasure. When she begins to move on you I begin to move as well, shallow thrusts at first but gradually becoming deeper, answering to the need I feel. My eyes are closed for quite a while, lounging in these sensations, taking my time. This feels good but it isn’t what I truly want therefore I have no problem keeping control, or at least for the moment. All of my senses jerk however when I hear a low groan come from you. The sound ripples through me like thunder and I tense harshly, the mere sound of your voice threatening to make me lose it. I answer the sound with one of my own and I thrust harshly into the body below me. After a few moments I let my head fall forward and my eyes flutter open. When they do they are greeted by your heated gaze affixed on my face. Your look makes me stop abruptly, riveted in place. When you see that I have noticed you looking you smile wickedly. All of the sudden something changes in the air and we both have stopped. I know that you want me, and you know that I want you. After that it is like lightning, like nothing else I have felt before, so hot, so needy, so demanding the want I have for you. I see you abruptly pull away from the girl, your eyes locked onto my face as you snap her neck with an audible sound and toss her aside off of the bed. I pull out of her abruptly and let her body fall to the floor to become cold but I really don’t care as I feel your body crashing against mine, your mouth melding onto my lips demandingly. We both fall backwards onto the bed and you are all over me, kissing me with noises of pure want escaping your lips and I know mine as well. Your hands and mine move in synch, finishing to undress the other and two pairs of pants are viciously thrown to the floor.

“Kadaj….”

My voice betrays me by trembling when I feel all of you, all of your skin against mine. You don’t answer, you simply grin and pull my hips up to meet yours, our erections grinding together, the feeling intensely pleasure filled. The moment slows and builds as your rut yourself against me. All to be heard in the room is our breathing, hot and panting out in passion. But it wasn’t long before the urgency crashed down on us again. I start when your lips attack my chest. My hands delve into the silky texture of your hair and then I cry out when I realize that one of your hands is playing at my entrance. At some point you have gotten a hold of something slick and you are stretching and preparing me carefully but quickly. It doesn’t really take a lot. I have done this before with other men and it seems that you have also from the sureness of your fingers. I know the drill and I am ready and wanting for you. Already more than comfortable with, if not ecstatic about the idea of you taking me.
You stretch me more and I surprise myself when a wanton moan exits my lips. It was chased quickly by a low and rumbling growl from my throat.

“Hurry…”

I watch as you smirk and squirt more of my (rather expensive) gun oil for lubricating Velvet Nightmare onto your palm, but I am really beyond caring at the moment. Matching moans slip from both of our lips as you lubricate yourself. My eyes watch as your slender hand wraps around your member and covers you completely with the slick oil. I don’t have to give you any sign, somehow you know that I am ready for you and you press your arousal against my entrance, replacing your fingers with it. A heated gasp escapes my lips when I feel you there. I spread my legs as far as I possibly can, presenting myself to you with a smile and a look of passion that you answer with a playful and wicked smirk. With this look you take hold of my knees and press my legs up, splaying me almost painfully wide. I almost complain until I feel you begin to push into my body. My complaint lodges in my throat and then comes out in a strangled gasp, my back arching involuntarily off of the bed as I languish in the exquisite feel of you claiming me. I grit my teeth and bite back a cry but a groan escapes between them regardless. It meets a hiss and a needy moan of your own, the sound feral and possessive.

“Fuck…Yazoo….”

Your voice is low and breathy, I can hear the want in your tone and it makes my heart skip into a double beat. My hands stir from their inaction, suddenly becoming restless and uneasy for the feel of flesh underneath them. They come to rest on your shoulders and my nails dig into your skin, pulling a growl from you as you start to move into me. You move slowly at first but your rhythm quickly increases. You thrust into me with quick and forceful thrusts, the pleasure flashing white behind my eyes every time you ram yourself into my body. I try to keep my eyes open, to keep them focused on the intense want in your face but they slip closed on their own and my head falls back. I ride you as intensely as you take me, in no way giving in to you. I allow you to take me only because I derive pleasure from it and I know that you know that.

After a few moments, or maybe longer I really can’t tell, I hear you curse, your voice full of venom. It draws me from my reverie and my eyes flutter open. You have stopped moving in me abruptly and your face is turned towards the door, your eyes narrowed hatefully at it. There is a loud and frantic knocking. Loz’s voice comes high and worried from beyond it.

“Guys! Let me in!”

You narrow your eyes further and I look at the door in confusion. Why doesn’t he just use the key? You sit up some, seeming to forget that you are buried deep within me.

“Loz!!! You ox! Go away!”

The knocking ceases for a moment and there is no other noise until I hear the lock being turned. I look up to you in almost a panic. Loz can’t see us like this. He can’t know. He wouldn’t understand and I don’t want him to know. I push you off of me forcefully, offering no explanation to your confused expression. I suppress a pained groan at you slipping so suddenly out of my body. In one fluid motion I roll out from under you and slip into the bathroom. I turn on the shower but I do not get in. I merely need the illusion of bathing. I hear Loz entering and you speaking to him. He sounds panicked and upset. Only a minute later he comes to the door and begins pounding on it forcefully. I grab a towel and wrap it about my waist before sticking my head under the too hot water enough to wet my hair. I then go to the door and snatch it open with a well practiced annoyed expression. The first thing I see is Loz, obviously distressed and disheveled. The next is you behind him, grabbing up things and throwing them in your duffel. My clothes, your clothes everything but our boots and our weapons goes into the bag. I look at Loz with a questioning and he lunges forward and pulls me out of the bathroom.

“We need to go! Now!”

I stumble forward but I have learned not to question. From the two of your behavior I can tell something is up. I slip on my boots and then my chest harness for Velvet Nightmare. You have the rest of my clothes and there seems to be no time to mess with them. I look up to see you tossing our bag out the window and jumping out of it into the rainy night. Loz follows you and I go last. As I leave I hear a banging and angry shouting at the door, which Loz has braced with the large and heavy armoire. With any luck it will take whoever a while to figure out we are gone. I slip in the mud a little bit but quickly right myself and head to our bikes. Vaguely in the back of my mind I realize that we must be a sight, two mostly naked men out in the rain. It almost makes me want to laugh. I make it to my bike last but you have waited for me and almost in synch we start up and kick off our bikes. We ride into the rain, your before us, and Loz and I right behind, the only differences our current state of undress and the growing discomfort in my lower body, right now the only reminder that what had transpired tonight was anything more that a dream.