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Part 6. Soap.

Yazoo mirrored the smile with his own ghostly one, though it didn´t reach his eyes. No, his gaze was assessing, exploring, searching Loz´ face for something... Yazoo was very well aware of the tension between them, and he did not mind it at all. But he was not entirely sure if Loz was aware of the consequences that would follow if they did something... Because this time they couldn´t just blame it on the heat of the moment, a blood frenzy, or whatever it was that had served as an 'apology' for their behaviour. Yazoo himself did not justify the incident at all. It had simply happened, and he didn´t need to know why or how, and he felt no guilt about it at all. But again, he did not know how Loz felt about it, since they had never talked about it, and until this moment Yazoo hadn´t even given it a thought at all. Well, there was only one way to find out.

With a swift motion he followed Loz invitation (respectively 'order'), his white body sliding through the warm water, until he settled down on Loz´ lap, looking him square in the eye and waiting for a reaction that would tell him how things were going to be.


Yet another response Loz didn’t see coming. He’d expected Yazoo to nonchalantly scoot up and perch next to him, perhaps close enough so that their thighs were coyly touching, but not this. Not to be so suddenly and startlingly straddled with spread legs, as if Yazoo was about to sit on his saddle-horn and ride him rough, cowboy style, until all the water had been splashed out of the tub. To tell the truth, Loz wouldn’t have complained one little bit if Yazoo had done just that but his unpredictable brother didn’t sit on anything hard, just rested there across Loz’s lap with that vexing expression of unflinching expectancy in his emerald eyes, as though daring Loz to make the next move, like they’re playing a match of chess and trying to outwit each other. Loz didn’t know how to play chess and was sure Yazoo would beat him hands-down every time in such a battle of wits and wills, but in this situation it wasn’t about winning or losing. It wasn’t about anyone beating anyone else or proving how smart or clever they were. This was all about the game and seeing how far they were willing to take it. That’s what it had been about since they got on their bikes and left the forest. Loz wasn’t sure just how far Yazoo would let him go but he for one was prepared to take it all the damn way. He would have done so that day in the stair well of the old abandoned building if Kadaj hadn’t interrupted them with his ill-timed phone call and he would have done so way before now if he’d had the chance to get Yazoo alone for long enough but it just hadn’t arisen yet.

Actually, things /had/ arisen, specifically in Loz’s trousers, but not the chance to do anything about it. Tonight that was all gonna change. Kadaj didn’t know where they were. Their domineering younger brother couldn’t prevent this from happening, whether by accident or on purpose, as Loz had suspected for a while now. Kadaj was very busy and focused on his own goals but he wasn’t stupid. That’s why he always called when Loz and Yazoo were out on a mission together; to make sure they were actually doing their job and not messing around. Kadaj probably did not see Loz’s inappropriate feelings towards Yazoo as wrong or disgusting; only as a possible distraction and something that may hinder their search for Mother. Well, if that was the case, this whole night could be classified as one big distracted hindrance and Kadaj must be choking with rage, ready to behead them both and impale their bloody skulls on spikes for taking off without telling him like they had. If he was here he’d certainly put a stop to this and violently force them out of the spa, yelling and swearing at them for wasting valuable time when they have more important things to do.

But he’s not here, Loz thought with spiteful glee. He can’t stop this.

And with the bold, challenging way his long-haired sibling was sitting in his lap and staring at him Loz felt certain that Yazoo wouldn’t stop this either. Yazoo’s thighs were parted in a dangerously vulnerable position; his private areas in extremely close proximity to Loz’s beneath the water, his very nearness tempting the bigger male and seriously putting his willpower to the test. Maybe that’s exactly what Yazoo was doing here – testing him. Seeing if could drive Loz crazy by flaunting his alluring nude figure until Loz either broke down into frustrated sobs and started begging for it or went the other way and turned into a snarling beast of lust, grabbing Yazoo and ravaging him like a rutting animal. Loz knew he could take the second option right now if he wanted to. He could easily grab his slimmer brother by the hips and thrust into him before Yazoo could even react. He could get what he’s wanted for so long now and bury himself deep in that lovely white body and keep burying himself in it, over and over, until the ache in his groin released with an explosion of hot, mind-numbing bliss.

But why rush? They had all night to play this game. Loz might not be a professor of psychology but even he knew that all this manoeuvring and prolonging and slowly building seduction was only going to make the end result that much more intense so he did not give Yazoo the satisfaction of responding in any way that may have been expected of him. He did not sob, he did not beg and he did not lose his control. He didn’t even touch Yazoo, though his hands itched to do so. He just stared back, boldly meeting the gleaming mako gaze of his middle brother. Yazoo seemed to be awaiting a response, his eyes piercing and scrutinising, looking for the truth in Loz’s face and attempting to divine what was going on behind that identical green stare. Perhaps he wanted to see if Loz was having second thoughts about this whole idea, if he was experiencing nervousness or shamed guiltiness or had just simply changed his mind about doing it.

The succinct answer to that was: Hell, no. Loz booked this hotel room for a reason. Well, a few of them anyway.

To get away. To escape. To have fun. To teach Kadaj a lesson.

But there was one more main reason why he brought Yazoo here and they both knew what that was.

To fuck.

Maybe not straight away but by the end of the night they would be. Forget Kadaj and Mother – they could have their very own Reunion, just the two of them. In fact, it had already begun. Even at this moment they were both naked and sitting in the soapy tub together, the physical awareness between them so heavy it could almost be breathed in, like the thick, warm, damp air of a sauna. The line they were about to cross had already been stepped over and they couldn’t go back now.

Screw it, Loz didn’t WANT to go back.

Without moving his eyes away from Yazoo’s, he reached over to the edge of the spa, fingers trailing over the tiny bottles of shampoo and conditioner that housekeeping had provided until he found what he was after. He brought the small white rectangle of soap around and pressed it into Yazoo’s hand.

“Bathe,” he ordered softly, leaning back against the rim of the spa to observe the forthcoming show.

Yazoo took the soap and started with lazy movements to wash his body. He started with his throat, letting the silky item run over his wet skin, leaving a foamy trail. Yazoo craned his neck back a bit and stared at Loz from under half lidded eyes while he touched his body with sensual movements. His long fingers, wrapped around the soap glided over his right collarbone and shoulder in a circle, then Yazoo used his second hand as well, gathering enough foam from his soapy skin and repeating the movement synchronically so that it almost looked as if he was hugging himself.

He could see Loz´s eyes clinging to every of his movements, how he enjoyed looking at Yazoo doing these painfully slow and somewhat heavily suggestive motions, when the long haired man brushed over his nipples, covering them with foam. Upon the contact he made just the slightest hissing sound, barely notable, and highly calculated. This here was for Loz, after all, not for him. Yazoo knew his body already and he´d have been more interested in actually exploring his brother´s, to feel these hard bunches of muscles under his fingertips and other hopefully solid parts of his body, but he could wait. Yazoo was pretty sure that the two of them were on the same boat here. He´d seen it in Loz´s eyes, the determination, the unwavering certainty that he wanted this, the lust and also something almost feral, wild. All that had strangely excited him, in a curious way. He wanted to see this side of his brother, wanted to see how far he could push him maybe. This all here was really rather interesting, an experience he hadn´t had made since a rather long time... The incident with Loz in the rundown place –Yazoo couldn´t really remember what it was anymore, and he didn´t care either- had been interesting too, but it had happened too fast as that he could have lingered on the strangeness and... pleasantness of it.

His hands slipped down further, along his sides, towards his taut, flat belly, making the skin glisten with lye. With his left index finger, Yazoo dipped into the navel, stretching his back a bit at the contact and parting his lips, as if this particular touch made him feel especially hot and bothered. Which, in all actuality, it did. But again not so much because of the contact but because of the hungry look with which Loz was staring at his belly in fascination. Yazoo made another few, lazy circles around his bellybutton, cleaning it a bit more thoroughly than would have been necessary, and then his foamy fingers wandered down to his crotch, while his other hand went back up to his chest, softly massaging over it.

The interesting thing now was, that everything going on under the surface couldn´t be seen by Loz. So while his left hand was busy to more or less play with his hard nipple, the other brushed over his inner thigh, slightly stirring the water’s surface. It also happened, that Yazoo´s fingers ‘accidentally’ came into contact with Loz´s legs, but only ever so slightly. His eyes were locked on Loz´s face, testing his reaction, enjoying the attention he got and eventually he leaned over, his nose almost bumping with the other´s and informed him in a low, teasing voice,

“There are parts I cannot reach.”

Just this sentence, a plain fact, accompanied by a light flutter of long lashes.


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