The Measure of a Man

Title - The Measure of a Man
Fandom – FFVII
Characters – Yazoo, Kadaj, Loz, Tseng, Reno, Rude, Rufus
Warnings this chapter – yaoi, swearing, angst, non-con, sex, incest
Disclaimer – Don’t own the boys, just playing with them
Note – Story begins immediately after Advent Children

Note 2 - Italics denote persons inner thoughts - (Italics with brackets denote other voices heard in the character's mind)

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Chapter 9 – Fracture -


Rufus’ mind was reeling, arousal mixing with fear and leaving his body so confused that he just lay limp under the Wutain. The whole situation was so unbelievably wrong. Tseng was his Turk, his protector and the only man he’d ever trusted completely in his whole life.

“I don’t want it like this,” Rufus whispered, feeling the Turk’s breath ghost over his neck and hating the way his body responded to it.

“Mr President, if you don’t want it, why are you so aroused?” the voice behind him asked flatly.

“Because it’s you, asshole! You only have to look at me and I… I…,” Rufus’ voice trailed away in embarrassment.

“You what, Rufus? Get hard? Long to touch me? Or is it that you long for me to touch you?” Tseng’s voice purred, making the blonde whimper before he buried his face in the mattress, trying to stop anymore sounds from betraying him. “I wonder, Mr President, how easy will it be to make you come?”

Rufus was trying to control his body, but every word the Wutain uttered made his cock throb between his belly and the bed. He wriggled a bit, trying to achieve some space but the Turk only pushed him down harder. Rufus could feel Tseng’s erection pressing into his ass as his own shaft rubbed against the bed and he couldn’t stop the wanton sounds that escaped him.

“Mmmm, Rufus. You’re so ready for me, aren’t you? Such a little whore you’ve turned out to be,” the Wutain whispered before licking a line up the side of the President’s neck. “I love you like this.”

“I’m not… uhhh… a whore,” Rufus tried to argue, his moan making a mockery of his words. His face was blushing hotly, the embarrassment making him want to fight back, to somehow exert his authority and hurt the Wutain back instead of just taking this like a pathetic weakling. “If this is your idea of torturing me, than maybe it is you who are the whore, Tseng. Did you conduct all of your interrogations like this?”

Rufus could feel fingers threading through his hair, gripping firmly in his blonde locks. Suddenly, his head was pulled back quickly, making the President yelp in a mortifyingly high pitched sound. “You should not anger me, Mr President. While I would prefer to torture you with pleasure, I can torture you with pain if you prefer,” the Turk growled before biting down on his neck, marking Rufus and making the President’s hips buck back. “Or maybe you would like a bit of both, in this case?”

“Tseng… want more,” Rufus begged, his hips now moving of their own accord as his neck was exposed even further. The position aroused him to the point that he really no longer cared about the shame, his whole body responding to the rough treatment in a wave of desire.

“Always so needy,” Tseng murmured, spending another few minutes kissing and biting the President’s neck as he continued to grind against him. Finally the Wutain sat upright on the blonde’s backside. “I do believe you owe me, Mr President? Did you not say, when we were in the cell, that you would satisfy me later?”

“Yes… I did. What do you want me to do?” Rufus asked, not caring anymore how submissive he sounded. He just needed something, anything to take the edge off his arousal.

“Don’t move,” Tseng commanded before releasing his hair and moving off the bed. Rufus’ head fell back to the mattress as he took the opportunity to catch his breath, not daring to move as he had decided to play the Wutain’s game for now. It was only a minute before he felt the other man back on the bed beside him.

“Turn over and remove your pants,” Tseng commanded. Rufus followed the instructions, lying down on his back with his hands by his sides when he was done. The President’s face broke out in a grin when the now naked Wutain climbed over him, straddling his waist but he began to worry again when he realised his arms were pinned against his sides by Tseng’s legs.

“Open your mouth, Rufus,” the beautiful man suddenly growled, making the President’s own grin disappear.

“You can’t be serious, Tseng,” the blonde said, looking up at the Wutain with a frown.

“You are under the impression you have a choice, Mr President? You do as I say or I may have to hurt you,” the Turk replied, bringing up a hand to grasp Rufus’ chin hard. “I promise you, it will not be a pleasant pain either.”

Rufus gaped at his Turk, searching his eyes to try and work out if the other man was teasing or serious. Tseng just stared back at him, one hand still holding his face while the other began stroking his own cock. “But… I mean… you wouldn’t… not me… would you?” the blonde stuttered out.

“Open you mouth now, Mr President. Or do I have to get creative?” Tseng replied, leaning back behind him and bringing fourth the blonde’s own shotgun. “It would be interesting to see how far up it would go.”

“Are you fucking insane?” Rufus spluttered, eye opening wide in panic. “Games are one thing, Tseng, but that… that would do me serious damage.” His eyes were drawn to the shaft of his own weapon, the barrels suddenly seeming so much larger than they had before. The blonde had the feeling he’d never be able to look at the gun the same way again.

“Better open your mouth then, Mr President. Unless of course, you’d like to try it,” Tseng murmured, his face taking on a decidedly evil grin. Rufus opened his mouth a little, not willing to risk it. After all, he did like giving head… usually… he’d just never let anyone do it like this before. This was about giving over all control and that was something Rufus Shinra never did.

“Good boy,” the Wutain purred, leaning over to drop the gun on the floor before shuffling his legs up on either side the blonde’s body, his knees now on either side of the blonde’s shoulders. “For being so good, I will try to be gentle,” the Turk added, both his hands cradling Rufus’ face.

The blonde felt the tip of Tseng’s cock brush against his lips and his eyes fluttered closed as he slipped out his tongue to lick over the end of it. The Wutain’s breath caught and Rufus almost moaned, the whole situation so twisted but still so arousing. His Turk, his Tseng was naked, on his chest with his cock painting his lips with pre-come. The President quickly forgot his pride and opened his mouth wider, allowing it to slip inside as his tongue continued to caress it.

“Mr President… so… obedient… so good,” the Turk stuttered, pushing his member further inside slowly. “Do you realise how you… look right now? My cock pushing past your lips… you so eagerly swallowing it. Fuck, Rufus.” The blonde’s name came out as a groan and the President opened his eyes and watched his beautiful Turk arch back silently as he sucked hard. His own shaft twitched on his stomach, untouched but he ignored it.

The Wutain’s hands were still cupping his face and when Tseng looked back down at him, the Turk’s fingers tightened as he began to slowly move his hips, pulling out before pushing back in, still so gently. Rufus watched as his Turk’s eyes squeezed shut. “So long… so long I’ve wanted… Rufus… you don’t even know… how much… gods,” the beautiful man muttered, seemingly having trouble holding back as his thrusts began to increase. “You see me… finally see me.”

The President moaned around the cock in his mouth, the urge to touch so strong. He realized that only his arms from the elbows up where pinned, allowing him to grab onto Tseng’s ass with his hands and push the Turk’s hips closer, swallowing more on every thrust in. “Fuck!” Tseng cursed, opening his eyes to look down, sweat forming on his pale face. “Mr President,” the Wutain hissed, his thrusts suddenly becoming erratic.

Suddenly, Rufus’ mouth was empty and Tseng was stroking his cock before him with one hand, while the other held his chin in place. “Tseng, want more,” he whispered, licking his lips.

“Open your… mouth…,” the Wutain panted and Rufus complied, opening up and waiting for his Turk to push inside again. He couldn’t hide his surprise when suddenly his face was stripped with come, some going on his waiting tongue as he closed his eyes and tried to turn his face away, only to be held in place by the hand on his chin. He didn’t open his eyes when it stopped, instead listening to Tseng’s heavy breaths as he tried to push down the feeling of humiliation.

“It suits you, Rufus,” the Wutain murmured, making him flinch at the words. The chuckle that followed made him want to lash out, but he could do nothing until the Turk chose to get off his chest. The blonde felt the man above him finally begin to shuffle back down his body and then a tongue lapped his cheek, making him open his eyes in shock. His Turk was licking the come off his face, slowly cleaning him like a cat. Even after the humiliating experience, his cock still jerked, his body seemingly not as affected as his pride was.

“Tseng,” he groaned, the Wutain finally finished cleaning his face and moving the licking to his swollen lips. “I need….” He didn’t get to say anything more as his mouth was kissed fiercely, the other man’s tongue dominating his easily as he whimpered into the kiss. He felt a hand wrap around his shaft and begin pumping hard, making him arch up and groan into Tseng’s mouth. He couldn’t believe how close he was, the Turk only having to stroke him for a few seconds before he came hard into the Wutain’s fist.

***..***

Reno watched as Rude herded the remnants into their room, following behind with mixed feelings. He was still pissed off at Kadaj for this morning’s… whatever that was, but the young remnant looked so upset that he longed to comfort him as well. The redhead scowled, stopping inside the door and watching as both Kadaj and Yazoo continued to cling to Loz as they stood in the middle of the room.

“Reno, whatever happened with Kadaj this morning doesn’t matter,” Rude murmured softly from next to him, making him look up at the bigger Turk. “He needs you now.”

Sighing, the redhead realized that his partner was right. Everything else could wait to be discussed later. Right now, Kadaj’s distress was more important. Reno walked towards the trio, watching as the youngest brother’s eyes slowly met his own and he reached out to take the remnants hand and pull him into a hug. Kadaj was stiff against his chest and Reno pulled back a little to look down at the pouting young man.

“Sorry I got mad at you, Daj. We’ll talk about what happened this morning later on but I want you to know that I’m here for you now and I won’t let Tseng hurt you, no matter what,” he said softly, one hand coming up to cup Kadaj’s face.

The youngest remnant’s face lit up with a smile before he buried his face in Reno’s chest, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, Reno,” he mumbled. The Turk chuckled, hugging him back and kissing the top of his head.

When he looked over at the others, Loz was being held by Rude but it was Yazoo that caught his eye. The middle brother was sitting on one of the beds, looking out the window sadly. The redhead couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, knowing that although he was involved with both Tseng and Rufus, they both were unlikely to comfort him right now.

“Daj, I think Yazoo needs some cheering up,” Reno whispered in Kadaj’s ear. The youngest brother looked up, smiling up at the Turk.

“Do you want to have sex with him, Reno?” Kadaj asked with a grin.

“I said comfort, not fuck, Kadaj. There is a difference, ya know,” Reno replied, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

The remnant huffed as he glared up at the Turk and replied, “Sex is very comforting.”

Reno chuckled, leading the youth over to Yazoo and sitting down beside him as Kadaj stood and watched. The middle remnant looked up in question and Reno just smiled, putting an arm around him and pulling him into a hug. “It’ll all work out, Yazoo. You’ll see. Tseng can be one hell of a stubborn bastard, but he loves ya, so just give him some time to cool off, okay?”

Yazoo curled into him, hugging him back as Reno stroked the youth’s hair. “Thank you, Reno,” his soft voice replied, making the redhead smile.

“It’s okay. I’ll stay with you and Kadaj as long as you both need.”

“What if Tseng wants us?” Rude replied, making Reno look up and meet the eyes of his partner.

“He wants us, he can come and get us,” the redhead growled, his anger at his boss slipping out. “The fucker needs to get a grip. Never thought I’d see the day that he flipped but taking it out on these three just isn’t right. He won’t even consider what they’ve been through.” Rude just nodded in agreement, going back to talking quietly with Loz from the other bed.

“Reno?” Kadaj whispered, standing in front of the redhead. “I want cuddles too.” Yazoo chuckled and pulled back from the Turk, the youngest remnant immediately climbing onto Reno’s lap.

“Well, lucky there’s enough Reno for everyone,” the redhead said with a grin, one arm wrapping around the youth on his lap, while the other pulled Yazoo back against his side. “Hey, Rude! Got myself a remnant sandwich, yo!”

“Pervert,” Rude muttered, making Kadaj and Yazoo both chuckle as Reno smiled smugly.

***..***

Rufus stared up at the ceiling, listening to the breaths of the man beside him. He felt used, ashamed and unsure of what it was that had just happened. Nobody, his whole life had treated him like that and he didn’t know how to handle the mixed feelings assaulting his brain.

“Tseng?” he said softly. “Are you still leaving me?”

There was no reply from beside him and Rufus was suddenly hit with how unfair this whole scenario was. He’d kept the remnants sexual relationship with each other a secret from Tseng but in the past, he’d kept far more important things from the Turk without this kind of reaction. Why was this so different? And why was the fact Yazoo was fucking his brothers so damn horrifying to the Turk anyway? It wasn’t like the Wutain hadn’t seen worse in his time as a Turk.

“Please talk to me,” he tried again, turning to look at the Wutain. Tseng’s eyes were open, looking up at the ceiling but he still didn’t turn or respond.

“Why are you doing this, Tseng?” the President asked, deciding to try one last time to reach out to the Turk. “I don’t understand why you’re so upset. So the remnants are lovers… honestly, what did you expect? They were raised by Jenova, for fucks sake and besides, I don’t understand why that’s any reason for you to hate me or leave.”

“You still haven’t answered my questions,” the Wutain suddenly murmured, sitting up but still not looking at the President.

“Your questions? What damn questions?” Rufus asked, his frustration clear in his words.

“Why you didn’t tell me about them and what your real feelings are for the remnant,” Tseng answered, his face turned away from the blonde.

“You want answers? Fine, Tseng, I’ve give you answers. I didn’t tell you because you would use it as an excuse to hurt them. I didn’t want them hurt because I love Yazoo. I love him enough to accept him the way he is and not demand he change, but you could never understand that. You’re too busy judging everybody and trying to make them live up to your unrealistic, fucked up expectations,” Rufus muttered, running a hand through his own hair as he breathed in deep. “Honestly, I thought I knew you but I’m finding that I don’t understand you at all anymore.”

“You… love him?” Tseng’s voice whispered and the blonde turned towards the Turk to see him cover his face with his hands.

“Tseng?” Rufus whispered, suddenly worried by the Turk’s reaction.

***..***

Tseng felt something tighten in his chest at Rufus’ words, his confused anger disappearing to be replaced with a clarity that hurt. Rufus loves Yazoo… He was already aware of Yazoo’s feelings for the President which meant… they don’t need me at all. The Turk rubbed his eyes, trying to deal with the statement that made his heart crumble. Always somebody else… I’m never good enough. Suddenly memories that he’d long forgotten came back to taunt him.

(How can you say such things? This is all your fault… what have you done?)

“Rufus?” he whispered, trying to get his mind to focus on the present and forget the past.

“I’m right here, Tseng. Please, you have to let go of this… this insistence on everyone being perfect. I’m just human, as is Yazoo. You can’t expect us all to be perfect beings like you,” Rufus’ voice replied, the words stinging as they fell over the Wutain.

But I’m not perfect… I’m just… (whore… lying, worthless whore)

“Jenova isn’t with them anymore. It’s no excuse for what they’re doing,” Tseng insisted, squeezing his eyes closed as his hands rose up to fist in his own hair. “It’s… forbidden. Only sick, twisted people do that with their own flesh and blood.”

(You started this! You must have! He would never… )

“Tseng?” Rufus’ voice asked and the Turk could hear concern in it, lighting up a small ray of hope that was quickly extinguished by more images he didn’t want to see.

(You’re just jealous… such lies… did you think we’d believe you?)

“Yes! Why won’t you believe me?” Tseng mumbled, his hands pulling tighter in his hair, the pain somehow comforting as his body began to curl up. “I’m your son too.”

“Tseng! Tseng!” a voice called, familiar and laced with urgency but it was so far away. Still the images came, voices yelling and pain… so much pain that clawed at him and dragged him further into the depths of his own mind. It seemed to go on forever and nothing penetrated the memories as he rocked his body back and fourth.

“Please, stop. Don’t say that. I need you to believe me. You’re all that I have,” he muttered at the people in his mind as they stared down at him with disgust before turning away.. “You’re supposed to love me too…”

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his neck, his muscles relaxing all at once as he finally fell into the darkness.

***..***

Rude had been peacefully enjoying Loz’s arms around him when his phone had started ringing and he almost ignored the vibrations of it in his pocket. Luckily, common sense prevailed and he pulled it out, noticing it was the President. When he’d answered it, Loz looking on curiously, Rufus had nearly deafened him with his panicked yelling, the President having to raise his voice over Tseng’s which seemed to be raving in the background. Rude had grabbed Reno, pulling the redhead out of the remnants room and telling him to get a tranquilizer shot before running ahead to the President’s room. The door was locked and by the time he managed to type in the override code, Reno was beside him again. They’d opened the door and run inside, only to freeze at the sight of Tseng, pulling his hair and rambling under his breath. It had taken Rufus’ own yelling to get Reno to break out of shock and give Tseng the tranquilizer shot in the neck. Once the Wutain fell unconscious, the room was silent, both Turks turning to the President.

“Sir, what happened?” Rude’s voice asked, looking over Tseng who was now cradled in the President’s arms.

“We were arguing and then he started screaming things that didn’t make sense. That’s when I called you. I… I didn’t know what else to do,” the President answered blushing as he sat with nothing but a sheet hiding his and Tseng’s nakedness. Rude could guess what they’d been doing before the argument… as could his redheaded partner if the look Reno was giving him right now was any indication.

“You did the right thing by calling us,” Rude said, leaning forward to squeeze the blonde’s shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting way. The President looked so young right now, his expression full of fear and concern as he held Tseng and caressed the Wutain’s hair so gently. “He’ll be out for at least eight hours which gives us time to work out what happened, Sir.”

“It was something from his past, I think from when he was a child. Before I called you, he said ‘I’m your son too’. How the hell are we supposed to find out anything from that long ago?” Rufus questioned, looking up towards the other two Turks.

“Well, Sir. Do you still have all our medical records? Cause that’s always a good place to start. Maybe something might show up, like unexplained injuries, debatable paternity or past physiological problems. You’d be surprised what a simple medial history can tell ya about a person if you dig deep enough,” Reno said, scratching his head nervously.

“Yes, they’re in the basement, if I remember correctly. Tseng retrieved all our personnel records from Junon last month,” Rufus answered, looking back down at the head Turk. “I want you both to give this your full attention. We only have eight hours to work out how we can fix this and first we have to find out what ‘this’ is.”

“The brothers are all in their room, locked down for the night so it shouldn’t be a problem, Sir,” Rude responded. “We’ll just get the files from the basement and start going through them in the kitchen.”

“Want a hand getting sleeping beauty settled first?” Reno asked, making Rufus’ lips curl up on one side.

“He’d kill you if he heard you say that, Reno,” the President murmured. “And I think I can manage an unconscious Tseng on my own.”

They left Tseng in Rufus’ care, Reno heading to reassure the remnants after their hasty exit, while Rude headed down to the basement to begin the task of finding Tseng’s medical records. Luckily, when the head Turk had retrieved all of the files from Junon, he’d catalogued and stored them all meticulously. Rude had to admit, the Wutain’s insistence on organisation came in handy in an emergency. Five minutes later he was walking into the kitchen with a large box containing not only Tseng’s medical records, but anything else he thought might be of interest.

When Reno came back from the brothers’ room and lifted an eyebrow in question at the amount of paperwork, Rude smiled. “I found his employment application, some mission reports as well as notes from Veld on all of his employees. Thought there may be something in there mentioning if this had ever happened before,” he explained, piling up the folders on the table as Reno lit up a smoke.

“Good work, partner,” the redhead said, reaching over to pick a folder off the top of the stack. “Now let’s see what we can find out about our mysterious leader.”

***..***

Yazoo lay between his brothers, safely cradled in Loz’s strong arms. He found sleep escaped him as his mind was too worried about what had happened with Tseng. The redhead had mentioned that there was a problem the Turks had to deal with but both he and Rude would be just outside in the kitchen if they needed them. The remnants hadn’t minded, the time alone something that they didn’t get much of an opportunity for anymore.

He felt tears burn his eyes as he remembered how the Turk and he had been in the forest, the other man so gentle, understanding and affectionate. The remnant couldn’t believe that he’d lost it all because of one kiss with Kadaj. He knew what he and his brothers did was not accepted by most people but for it to cause a reaction of disgust that strong… that was something he’d never imagined. After Rufus had been so accepting, he’d hoped Tseng would react similarly.

“Yaz, don’t cry,” Kadaj’s voice whispered, making him look down into the face of the youngest brother curled into his chest. “I’m sorry for kissing you and making Tseng angry at you again.”

“It’s alright, little brother,” Yazoo crooned, swallowing down his tears and caressing Kadaj’s hair. “It is I who was at fault when I ran away.”

“I… I’m sorry for punching you too,” the youth added, reaching up to gently touch the bruise on the middle brother’s cheek. “It just hurt so much when I thought I’d lost you too.”

“Daj, I understand and there’s no use in you feeling bad over it. Besides, you did kiss it better,” Yazoo said with a grin.

“Can I kiss it better again?” the youngest asked, smirking up at him deviously. Instead of answering, the middle brother leaned in to gently kiss Kadaj’s lips, keeping it slow and tender. His little brother whimpered, deepening the kiss as their minds joined, Kadaj’s lust swamping Yazoo’s thoughts.

Suddenly Loz’s body began to move behind him, the elder brother’s hand moving down to his hip. “Mm, this is just like this morning,” Loz growled, his hand moving to push Yazoo’s sleep pants down to his thighs. Suddenly he could feel the elder’s mind join with theirs, his bare cock pressing into Yazoo from behind as the middle remnant moaned softly into Kadaj’s mouth.

Kadaj pulled back to giggle at Loz’s words and Yazoo asked them what had happened that morning. “We kinda did this with Reno. Well, we left his pants on but Loz still used his backside to rut against, while I stroked him to orgasm. It was so hot the way he pleaded for us to stop,” Kadaj replied, shuffling out of his own pants. “Although, I didn’t get to come.”

“Well that’s just not fair, little brother,” Yazoo purred, pulling their hips together so that their shafts touched, making his little brother hiss at the contact. “But seriously Daj, you should be careful with Reno as you don’t want to scare him away.”

“He loved it. His body was so receptive and he came so quickly too,” the youngest replied, wrapping his hands around both his own and Yazoo’s erections. They all began to grind together, being as quiet as possible until Loz growled.

“Not enough… want to be inside one of you,” the eldest groaned, stopping to sit up. “Please brothers?”

“I’d like you to take Kadaj, since he missed out this morning,” Yazoo agreed, turning to kiss Loz and suck on his tongue. When they pulled apart, Kadaj was kneeling on the other bed, his backside facing them as he fingered himself.

“Oh Daj,” Loz groaned, standing up and moving to kneel behind his brother, his hands spreading the boys cheeks so he could get a better view. “It’s my favourite thing… when you do that.”

“I… I know,” Kadaj whimpered, as Yazoo walked around the bed to the other side, kneeling up in front of the youngest.

“Such a bad boy,” Yazoo purred, grinning as his little brother’s face flushed in arousal and annoyance.

“Yaz, don’t… call me a boy or I’ll…,” Kadaj began to mutter before his words where cut off by his own moan, Loz chuckling as he showed Yazoo a mental picture of what he was doing to distract their little brother.

“Loz, put in another one,” Yazoo whispered, closing his eyes to enjoy the sight in his mind of the eldest adding a second finger, to join Kadaj's own. “Little brother, your ass is so hungry to be filled. Such a slutty little boy you are,” Yazoo purred, moaning at the sight of Kadaj pushing back so needily onto all those fingers.

(Don’t call me a fucking boy!) Kadaj yelled in Yazoo's head, the youngest removing his own finger. Yazoo opened his eyes and was about to apologise for his words when his own cock was enveloped by warm lips. (A boy couldn’t suck you like this), Kadaj added, taking the whole of Yazoo’s shaft down in one go and sucking hard.

“Ah, fuck!” Yazoo groaned, his hips beginning to pump in and out of his brother’s mouth. Take him now, Loz, the middle brother sent to the oldest, knowing that he wouldn’t last long.

Through the mind link, Yazoo watched as Loz pulled out his fingers, lining up his cock and slowly pushing in to the hilt. The pressure around his cock increased, making him arch back as his own thrusts into Kadaj’s mouth adjusted to match Loz’s thrusts from behind. With the mixed mental images and emotions from both his brothers assaulting his mind, it was only a matter of minutes before Yazoo was pushed over into bliss, biting his lip to stay quiet as his hips bucked hard, filling his little brother’s mouth. Kadaj just had time to swallow before he followed the middle brother, sucking hard on Yazoo’s spent member as he came, the sensation on Yazoo’s over sensitized cock almost painful.

Loz growled, grabbing Kadaj by the hips and pulling him back onto his lap as he sat back on his heels, the youngest whimpering as Loz pounded into him. “Your ass is so tight, little Daj… so fucking tight,” the eldest groaned, biting down on the youth’s shoulder as he finally reached his own climax, Yazoo watching as he thrust in and held still, filling Kadaj with his seed.

Finally their minds separated and Yazoo fell down on the bed, watching as Loz pulled out of Kadaj and turned him around, wrapping his arms around his waist and picking him up. The youngest clung to Loz, too worn out to argue about being held like a child. “I’m just gonna clean Daj up,” Loz said, taking him over to the cupboard and grabbing a wash cloth before returning to put the youngest down on the other bed. Yazoo found his pants and slipped them back on while the eldest used a glass of water to dampen the cloth and wipe down Kadaj gently, redressing the yawning youth and then himself. All three climbed back into the unused bed, too sated and sleepy to worry about the mess they’d left behind as they snuggled together.

TBC

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REVIEW REPLIES -

Kira-

*passes tissues* oh god, I hope I'm not giving you heart pulpitations!!! LOL! I couldn't bear to lose one of my best reviewers! Tseng does need a good spanking and yes, poor Rufus is having a hard time right now, but Rufus is one tough little cookie and he'll pull through... sorry to make you suffer so much with my love triangle. Things are on there way now to a positive outcome... as hard as that may be to believe right now. All the secrets are out of the closet (except for Tseng but that's getting there) so soon the way will be clear for them all. Thanks so much for all your kind words and support. YOU ARE AWESOME!!!! *hugs*

Faoiltierna-

Sorry to take away your warm fuzzy feeling!!! *hides* Yeah, the characters really haven't had five minutes to themselves to work out something is weird about the brothers (the telepathy not the constant sex...lol) but once things calm down, one of those turks will stop and go... hang on? how, what?... LOL! This chapter (chapter 9) will give you some hints to whats bothering Tseng so much and it will be explained in detail in upcoming chapters. Yes, the poor boys are having it rough right now, but hope is on the horizon so don't worry. I love a happy ending too! Thanks again for being another one of my best reviewers! It makes my day to read your reviews and know that you're liking my little story! YOU ARE AWESOME TOO!!! *hugs*

THANKS TO THE NINJA READERS WHO READ SILENTLY AND TO THOSE WHO RATE. IF YOU WANT TO BE AWESOME, JUST LIKE KIRA AND FAOILTIERNA, THEN LEAVE A REVIEW AND YOU'LL GET YOUR OWN LITTLE CRAZY COMMENT FROM ME!! HANG ON... MAYBE THAT'S NOT REALLY SUCH A DRAW CARD... OH WELL IT'S ALL I CAN OFFER.... *grins*

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