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Our thanks and gratitude go out to these kind folks:

Murtaghgirl – Yes, Loz is beginning to resist Yazoo’s flirting. Sort of... He can’t be 100% immune to it but he tries! Oh, and we’ll make them kiss soon. Just for you. ^__^

bela – I know! Those two could do just about /anything/ together, no matter how mundane, and it would be sexy lol Hope this update rocks your world too.

Rina: And thank you guys for the reviews on The Call as well. You too, schwaerze! My lunch breaks provide many opportunites for scribbling down fic ideas... When people aren’t looking over my shoulder, that is XD

Everyone, enjoy this update! The boys are /finally/ starting to get serious...

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Part 8.

“Show me where else you can’t reach.”

Yazoo lifted a brow at that. Not that he had really minded Loz washing his hair, he was actually still lost in the sensation of those strong fingers massaging the skin of his head. He had pretty much enjoyed it, but he was still contemplating if he shouldn´t get a little payback for his brother so blatantly ignoring his invitation... Yazoo was someone who rarely desired anything, but when he did he was used to getting it instantly and without much ado. Now Loz seemed to feel like playing around, keep him waiting on purpose and frustrate him, and that was a thing Yazoo normally did not appreciate. And it wasn´t like he actually couldn´t reach any part of his body himself, he was flexible enough for any pose.

He briefly caught the image of him and Loz, thrown back from the surface of the water where a small dot had been cleared of the foam. The broad shoulders that appeared behind his own, slimmer ones, the big hands on his naked body.

And suddenly Yazoo decided that he didn´t feel like playing games anymore or that he wouldn´t waste his time for something so trivial as sulking. They had come here to have a good time and Mother knew it could be their last chance at it. He still couldn´t hear from Kadaj, but this didn´t mean that he wasn´t already on the hunt for them.

So he simply grabbed for Loz´ hand, leaned his head back so that it was almost resting against his brother´s shoulder and purred into his ear, “I certainly will.”

He guided their hands deeper, their fingertips barely brushing the skin of his hips. It amazed him again how careful his clumsy brother could be if he wanted to, for now his movements seemed almost hesitant. Still, Yazoo smirked and let their fingertips travel over his left inner thigh, drawling “And here I thought /you/ were in charge...”

Realising that Yazoo had a very valid point, Loz hastily answered, “I am!” He swallowed awkwardly, trying to sound boss-like and confident even though he had no idea what he was doing.

“I AM in charge here. I’m just...uh...testing you. Yeah. That’s what I’m doing.”

Certain that Yazoo was smirking more than ever, Loz felt a stab of irritation but he wasn’t sure who it was directed at; himself for showing hesitance or at Yazoo for noticing and being a teasing jerk about it. After a few seconds of deliberation he concluded it was definitely at Yazoo. Bastard always knew how to piss him off in the shortest amount of time possible and now was turning out to be one of those times. Kind of unfair, especially since Loz was nice and washed Yazoo’s hair for him, all gentle and everything. It was as though Yazoo enjoyed baiting him; probably his own sick way of amusing himself.

Before his sarcastic sibling could make another clever, caustic remark, Loz turned - scowling darkly - and snatched Yazoo’s unprotected earlobe between his teeth, biting the velvety flesh a little harder than he probably should have, feeling his brother’s body stiffen against him. A quick intake of breath might have been hissed in as well but Loz wasn’t too concerned about whether he hurt Yazoo just then or not. Fucker probably got off on pain, anyway.

“You know what, Yaz? You can be such a bitch sometimes,” he snarled, sudden anger and excitement mixing in a volatile combination, heating his veins more effectively than the hot water could ever do, all that boiling blood surging straight to his maleness, thickening and lengthening it to a degree he hadn’t experienced in many moons. Pressing his pulsing hard-on against the smaller male’s lower back, Loz made Yazoo feel every enraged inch of it, made him feel how furiously turned-on he was at that moment.

“You’re lucky I don’t slap you right across the fucking mouth for how you talk to me, brother. In fact, I don’t even know why I’ve let you get away with it for this long. Nobody else would tolerate that shit.”

Somewhere in the back of his angry consciousness Loz had a niggling notion that this was precisely how Yazoo wanted him to react, that he had been subtly and skilfully manipulated into responding this way, but the bigger brother dismissed the thought just as quickly as it had appeared, more urgent – and primal - matters on his mind.

Unseen beneath the layer of bubbly foam floating on the water, he rocked his pelvis against the base of Yazoo’s spine, right above his tailbone, emitting a soft growl at the sensation of his inflamed masculine organ rubbing on that slippery skin.

Determined not to show any further weakness and instead act like the tough, dominant leader he was meant to be tonight, Loz turned his face to the side and took hold of that bitten lobe again, sucking strongly at it and then possessively sticking his tongue into Yazoo’s ear, sweeping around the shell of it while his aggressive fingers tightened on the second remnant’s inner left thigh, gripping the lean, athletic muscle and digging into the pale flesh, hard enough to leave marks. His other hand went up past Yazoo’s ribs to one of those rose-pink nipples, treating it the very same way, squeezing the erect little bud and maliciously giving it a twist.

Again with the spine-stiffening, Yazoo’s lithe form reacting noticeably in Loz’s arms, his head tipped back on Loz’s shoulder, curving white throat exposed as though offering it to a vampire. A strange sound came from that throat - perhaps a strangled noise of pain.

Or of passion.

Starting to breathe more heavily and rapidly, Loz stared intensely down at his younger brother’s unreadable face, wondering if it was just his imagination or did it look more flushed than before. He might not be imagining it. Yazoo might actually /like/ this, being spoken to in such a harsh way, being bitten and sucked on and mauled. He wasn’t protesting the rough treatment – of that Loz was certain. Taking a chance with this theory, the older man decided to push the game they were playing (was it still a game? Or something more serious?) to its utmost extreme level, his hand dropping from the reddened nipple and diving under the bubbles to find Yazoo’s other leg, Loz using both hands to roughly spread those slim thighs apart under the water.

His voice at a low, rasping pitch, Loz growled in his middle brother’s ear, “If you wanna behave like a bitch, Yazoo, I’ll treat you like one. Got a problem with that? Get the fuck out of the tub and go home.”

Yazoo couldn´t help the chuckle that welled up inside him and he didn´t really want to either, so it echoed through the steamy room unhindered. It was a deep, genuine sound that didn´t hold any of the malicious glee that usually went with it. Loz´ successful struggle to maintain his bossy attitude highly amused him, but in an exciting way. Even more so since he could hear the barely restrained anger and frustration within it. This wasn´t just an act his brother was pulling; he was serious about his gruff behaviour and Yazoo was very much at ease with it. To say that he hated being underestimated and falsely seen as something delicate that had to be treated with kid-gloves was an overstatement, but he found it to be boring and a bit unnerving. It made him want to provoke a stronger reaction and toy with the poor misled guys that only saw a slender, ethereal beauty. Sometimes he almost envied Loz for his stronger build. Not that he desired his brother´s strength or combat skills; Yazoo was pretty much capable himself. He just found Loz´s bigger frame to be compelling, the easy play of heavy muscles, the raw power he held within his beautiful body... And he never got underestimated, people were frightened by what they saw and only very dense and overconfident people dared to pick a fight with his older sibling.

Feeling this irritation that could very quickly end with crushed skulls and torn limbs directed at him, was somewhat... thrilling. Most likely Loz would never seriously hurt him, but then one could never know what Loz was really capable of. It was playing with fire, and Yazoo was rather eager to play.

The harsh words that were spoken to him and that no sane man would with the slightest sense of danger-awareness would have dared to say –or at least survived- were going straight to his loins and fueling another chuckle. He was briefly wondering if Loz would really slap him, but then he got distracted by the hard, warm flesh pressing against his back. A smirk crawled over Yazoo´s lips and low growl emerged from deep within his throat as Loz bestowed his angry attention at his soft earlobe and very much erect nipple.

Though Loz´s rather big hands could be incredibly gentle and sensitive – as he just had proven with washing his hair- they could as much be rude and the bigger one seemed very determined to make that fact apparent now. When his thighs were shoved apart Yazoo didn´t give much resistance, partly because he didn´t want to and partly because he was lost in the sensation of the callused fingers moving over his sensitive skin. It seemed that the warm water was amplifying every movement, every stroke and brush, as the water whirled against their pale bodies.

“Now, that´s more like it,” Yazoo purred, looking at Loz from out of the corner of his half-lidded eyes. He rolled his hips in a sensual, almost accidental movement, rubbing against his brother´s impressive dick poking against his back. His body thrilled at the contact, straightening and arching a bit. The heat not only came from the water now, but from within him and it was especially acute in his tingling nipples, his taut belly and his lower body parts, accumulating in his own, very much aroused member and the tight entrance between his firm buttocks. It was an interesting sensation, to say the least, and the long haired remnant was rather curious what else his brother had in store for them now.

This was, without a doubt, the most entertaining evening he had had in a while.