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A/N: Hello again, loyal readers! Thank you for continuing to follow this fic, even though it must be awfully teasing and frustrating for you all not getting sex straight away. You’re not used to this, are you? lol

Thanks, fyrbyrd. We’re trying to get to the smut soon, we promise! We’re just having too much fun messing around first. Just try to hang out for a little bit longer and you’ll be rewarded. XD


Hope you like this update!

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Part 9. Touch.

Since Yazoo wasn’t trying to force his spread thighs closed again, Loz’s hands wandered freely and brashly over them under the water, palms chafing back and forth over the inner parts, the softest and most sensitive area of the leg, the area that was closest to the other, more personal, parts he fully intended to touch. Yazoo seemed to enjoy the roughness of his handling, particularly when Loz got nearer to the crease joining his thigh and groin, the slimmer silver-head pushing back against Loz’s stiffened masculinity and undulating his lower body as if he couldn’t help responding and urging his older brother on, to keep going further.

“Do you want this? Huh? You want me to touch you here?” Loz asked heatedly as he ran the pad of his index finger down that tempting crease, still using the same angrily aroused tone of voice as before. The way Yazoo’s hips moved in reply to his demand gave Loz the answer he already knew.

“Course you do. You want it bad,” he jeered, skirting the edge of the wet greyish curls nesting between Yazoo’s legs, making Yazoo roll his pelvis powerlessly again. “You might look like a perfect, pretty doll on the outside but inside you’re nothing more than a panting little whore.”

Even that carelessly-spoken insult didn’t appear to make Yazoo angry; if anything, his thighs parted wider, without Loz’s hands forcing them to. Loz couldn’t get any more of an invitation, not unless Yazoo got up and formally wrote it on the foggy mirror with his fingertip.

Done with the taunting (for now), Loz resumed sucking hungrily on Yazoo’s delectable earlobe, one hand moving inward, boldly locating and brushing over his brother’s maleness. Loz froze for a second, momentarily astounded by how hard Yazoo was. He’d anticipated semi-solidness or half-hardness that he maybe had to coax into life with some fondling but this was already full wood, maybe not as big or thick as Loz’s but just as firm and swollen with hot blood.

Realising that Yazoo was every bit as keen for this as he was, Loz groaned gutturally into his sibling’s ear, curving his strong fingers around that steely shaft, slowly stroking upwards over the velvet skin of it.

Yazoo smirked at Loz´ harshly spoken words, but instead of a verbal reply (though it was kind of tempting to moan out an overly eager and pleading “Yessss”, just to see his brother´s reaction...) he just let his body speak for itself. It amazed Yazoo as much as it did Loz, that he was responding so strongly not only to the strong hands on him, stroking and teasing parts even Yazoo himself hadn´t really explored so far. It was also the huskily spoken accusations. No one in his right mind had ever dared to speak to Yazoo like that, and he now found that it was kind of thrilling, so he let Loz continue without breaking his neck.

When the callused, powerful hands of his brother stroked over his swollen organ, Yazoo hissed and threw his head back, eyes shutting closed for a moment. Oh, this was very, very interesting! His nerves down there felt on fire and with every brushing of these big hands a new jolt of electricity went through his lower parts, forcing his hips to roll into the tight grip.

“Hmmm, like that...” Yazoo purred, encouraging Loz to continue the delicious treatment by pressing the hard cock behind him between his firm buttocks and rubbing it in synchro to the eldest´s strokes. The hot flesh felt exciting in his cleft, and particularly when the hard stick ground along his perineum, stirring that secret, wrinkled hole hidden beneath.

If Yazoo had laughed again at his attempt to be stern and severe, Loz probably would have slapped his scornful sibling in the mouth - hard - just like he threatened to earlier but instead Yazoo responded with lowly murmured words of enticement. Those words slid into Loz’s head and wound down the vertebrae of his spinal cord like a satin ribbon, making the bigger remnant shudder with desire, his fury temporarily fading.

Gods, Yazoo’s voice could be so deeply sexy, when he actually deigned to talk at all. If this was what he sounded like just being touched, Loz could hardly wait to hear what his younger brother would say during actual sex, how his voice would sound then. They were only an inch away from doing that as it was, with Yazoo grinding rhythmically back against his near-bursting dick, also another reason for Loz’s shuddering. If Yazoo kept doing that dangerously sensual motion, Loz was going to shudder one last time and spurt his thick spunk into the water, completely wasting it all.

That’s not where Loz wanted it to go. He’d rather let Yazoo have it; in his mouth, his ass, or even splashed across his pale chest and stomach. One way or the other, Yazoo was going to get it – and enjoy getting it - so before his seductive silver-haired brother could make him lose his self-restraint (and his building store of semen), Loz brusquely lifted Yazoo up and settled him back in his lap, further forward, away from temptation. He was sure Yazoo made some noise of dissatisfaction at being pushed away just when things were starting to get interesting but Loz’s fist closed around the first male’s erectness again, continuing to stroke it up and down in slow, steady actions, his thumb passing over and around the glossy, rounded tip every now and again, resulting in those delightful hip-rolls, the disappointed sound Yazoo had given changing to one of approval.

Lured by what he had felt when Yazoo rubbed against him, Loz dared to bring his second hand down, over the buoyant weight of his brother’s reproductive organs, pausing to carefully cup and caress them in his palm. Again, they were not as large as Loz’s but were still definitely present and definitely containing male seed which Loz hoped to eventually spill, the same way he had made Yazoo spill on the floor in the fire exit of that disused industrial storeroom. Thinking of that day and the gorgeously powerless whimper of pleasure that Yazoo gave as he climaxed sent the tension in his loins tighter, increasing the older remnant’s already heightened senses as well as his anticipation of what was yet to happen.

“You remember that day in the warehouse, Yaz?” Loz prompted, lips moving against the side of Yazoo’s jaw. He didn’t wait for the reply, instead answering, “I know you do, brother, even if you never say anything about it. You touching me, while I touched you…Holy Mother. That was the hottest moment of my life.”

Loz’s voice had roughened, deepened.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do it again. That’s why I brought you here. So we could. But I want to do more than we did then. Way more.”

Slowly and one-handedly jacking his brother under the soapy water, the seeking fingers of Loz’s other hand left Yazoo’s enclosed twin male orbs and searched downward, gliding over a smooth space of bare skin, finding what he sought and exploring it with probing fingertips. Yazoo reacted in Loz’s arms, but he did not stop Loz in any way, though he easily could if he so desired. He was plenty strong enough. The only thing he desired, it seemed, was for Loz /not/ to stop. And Loz wasn’t planning to. He had never touched anyone in this personal place before and found it wonderfully fascinating and yet perplexing at the same time. He didn’t realise how tightly puckered and...small...it was. Glancing at the dizzy, dazed expression on Yazoo’s face, he appeared to want this just as much as Loz did but how in Jenova’s name could Loz fit himself into this tiny opening without hurting his slender sibling? In spite of his harsh words, Loz didn’t want to hurt Yazoo. Not that way. Yazoo didn’t seem worried about it at all, as if he’d accept anything Loz chose to put in there, no matter how big it might be.

But there could have been a reason behind his encouraging compliancy...

“Have you done this before?” Loz blurted out, glaring down at Yazoo and trying to conceal the unfounded emotion of envy rising swiftly within him. “Have you let another man touch you here?”

He gave Yazoo’s hard length a quick, possessive squeeze.

“Or here?” Loz pressed, stroking over that private little entranceway with the tip of his finger, feeling it contract in blatant need. “Tell me, brother. Talk to me.”

The commanding tone of his words warned that he would not tolerate any lies or misleading statements. Even though he hated the thought of any other guy’s grubby hands on his beautiful brother’s pure body, Loz needed to know the truth. What Yazoo said next would directly impact the way Loz treated him for the rest of the night.

“Well? Are you a virgin or not?”

“Yes,” Yazoo breathed, letting his head fall back and looking at Loz from a skewed, almost upside down angle. He moved his pelvis ever so slightly against the finger prodding at his entrance. “I do remember that day.”

It had just the effect on Loz Yazoo had anticipated; his almost delighted features darkened again as he had to realize that the ‘yes’ did not concern his last question. The long haired remnant had the feeling that they were at a critical point right now, a point where everything could turn for the better or the worse. It was clear that for Loz this was a highly emotional moment, because it seemed that, unlike Yazoo, Loz did not discern between ‘love’ and ‘sex’... At least not where Yazoo was concerned, it seemed, because that much his jealous expression and agitated voice told.

Stilling his movements and abandoning his teasing attitude, Yazoo reached down and carefully untangled Loz´s fingers from his cock to change position with a swift, fluid movement, so that he was still sitting on Loz´ lap, but facing his brother now. He drew both arms around the elder’s neck, but maintained a physical distance, so that he could look him in the eye. “I enjoyed it as well...”

Cocking his head, Yazoo´s heavy gaze wandered from Loz´s pure, brilliant eyes over his straight nose and finally came to rest on those charismatic lips.

“As to your second question…” Yazoo paused and his gaze clouded a bit, became distant. Actually Loz´ question was more or less redundant. As they were all aware of, each of them had inherited a part of /him/, (whether they liked it or not), and as it happened, Yazoo had ‘allure’ at his command. It probably was that ability of his, to lure in people by his sexual appeal, that Loz was interested in him at all, but his brother did not seem to be aware of it. Of course Yazoo was no virgin. It was more or less his job to not be, because sometimes brutal strength or torture did not help to get the desired results. Then it was Yazoo who ensnared their victims with sweet lies and velvet touches. It constantly amazed him how willingly people disclosed information when on the verge of an orgasm... Of course it was the last thing they´d ever share with anyone again, because after that they´d end up with a bullet in their stupidly blissful faces.

Now, the sex was an instrument Yazoo used whenever he needed it, but he didn´t particularly care about it. Usually he mechanically followed the script of seducing and driving the target to a point where they´d be a helpless mess, biding to his every will.

With Loz it had been different though. For the first time he´d actually felt present and consciously felt anything /at all/. What he was doing here Yazoo didn´t do to please Loz or because it was his job. He did it because he actually enjoyed it.

But trying to explain this to Loz was too tiring and actually not really effective, because right now Yazoo´s first goal was to keep this very nice experience going and therefore he needed to appease his brother. Leaning forward he brushed with his own lips over Loz´, pink tongue darting out and with the tip slowly trailing over the soft flesh, slightly parting it and seeking for entrance. Loz might have been a bit surprised by the sudden movement, but after a moment he hesitantly opened up and let Yazoo enter. After another moment he was even met with an equally moist, slowly swirling muscle carefully tasting his mouth.

Before they could get used to the new experience between them, Yazoo withdrew, however, and instead let his mouth trail over Loz´s marble earlobe, flicking his tongue over the shell and saying lowly, “I may just be...”

Which wasn´t even a lie, because even though this was technically no different from all the times he´d had sex it was totally and profoundly different all together.
“Though I may not be inexperienced...”

To prove his point he withdrew one arm from around Loz´ neck in a graceful movement and let his fingers sensually trail over the hard muscles of his brother´s impressively broad chest. Yazoo´s eyes idly followed every movement, as he drew a wide circle around a hard, wet nipple and in an inward spiral encircled it. Instead of touching it though, Yazoo leaned forward suddenly, pressing his hips against Loz´ and trapping both their erections between them. The feeling was amplified by the unexpectedness of the move, since Yazoo´d effectively diverted Loz´ attention to his nipple. Now the pleasure came from a wholly different part of his body, while his hard nub was still sweetly aching for attention.

Yazoo gave a light hiss at the contact and briefly closed his eyes, arching his back and pressing hard against Loz´ strong frame. “You want me to show you?” he then purred, fixating his lust filled gaze on his brother´s eyes again, a playful, slightly teasing smile gracing his features again.

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A/N: There ya go, Murtaghgirl. They kissed! Finally. XD And they touched too. Well, Loz did most of the touching. And there will be plenty more where that came from.

You may call us teasers but we like to think of ourselves as building the anticipation. The /anticipation/ of sex is what makes the scenario so exciting – who’s going to make the first move, will they fool around a little or go all the way, who’s going to be dominant, who’s going to take the lead and who’s going to follow orders (or not!). The power play between these two fascinating characters is what makes it so fun for us to write and hopefully, for you to read. After all, if we gave you the smut right now, the whole fic would be over already and you would have nothing to look forward to over the coming weeks. No new chapters. Think about it. Then you WOULD be bored. Isn’t this way better for everyone? ;)

Thanks for reading! (and commenting) *hugs from both of us*