Mind Games

(A/N: What started as a PWP, developed into something more. And, what started as a one-shot, developed into a series. The boys obviously had more they wanted to say to each other. Beta by darksylvia.)


Mind Games

Kadaj paced the floor with quick strides and clenched fists, his body wound so tight he looked like a guitar string ready to snap at the slightest touch. "He doesn't know who he's dealing with."

Yazoo cut his eyes towards Cloud, still slumped naked on the floor with his hands tied over his head, refusing, or simply unable, to answer Kadaj's question. "Kadaj," Yazoo's voice was low, soothing, "maybe he doesn't know where Mother is." It would upset Kadaj, the logical side of Yazoo always did, but sometimes Kadaj needed a dose of reality.

Kadaj stopped in his tracks to give Yazoo a disbelieving stare. "He knows. He has to know."

Because if Cloud didn't know, it would be a roadblock to Kadaj, and Kadaj didn't deal with obstacles well. He needed instant gratification like teenagers everywhere. He might be smart, intelligent, focused... but he was still a kid.

But looking at Cloud's bloodied, bruised body, Yazoo knew they'd get nothing this way. Cloud had suffered through every hit and every kick that Kadaj unleashed upon his body with a detached silence. To Kadaj, the silence meant Cloud was hiding something. But Yazoo could tell differently. Cloud simply didn't have the information.

So, for now, Yazoo and Loz could only wait out the storm until the next plan entered Kadaj's head and he bent in another direction, chasing after intangible wisps of clouds that kept slipping through his hands.

Until then? They waited.

Kadaj aimed one last bruising kick at Cloud's side before whirling toward the door in disgust. "Do with him what you want. I'll be back tomorrow."

Yazoo knew Kadaj would blow off steam, fucking, fighting, killing... whatever diversion showed up in his path first, and he felt a hint of annoyance that he couldn't go with. Instead, he and Loz were left cooped up in a far-too-bare room in a far-too-forgettable inn. The air hung with boredom and Yazoo rebelled at the inactivity.

The hum of the air-conditioner was the only sound in a room that suddenly felt far too quiet after Kadaj's abrupt departure. And though the soft current of air was a relief from the baking dry heat of the planet, even in twilight hours, it was little compensation for being left behind.

So Yazoo paced. Loz, however, simply barked out a laugh and rolled his eyes. "Here we go again. Kadaj takes off and leaves us to clean up the mess." He eyed Cloud like a bug under a microscope. "So. What do we do with this guy?"

Yazoo simply shrugged as he turned on his heel to pace the other direction. "We keep him here until Kadaj finds a new toy."

Loz took predatory steps towards Cloud, and Yazoo caught the look in Loz's eyes instantly. He knew that look. It was the look of a man who either fucked or fought. And since he couldn't fight, he'd fuck.

Usually, it was one of Yazoo's favorite things to watch. But not this time.

Yazoo shook his head sharply. "This one's mine." Yazoo needed something to pass the time.

Loz raised an eyebrow, then simply smiled, a slow smile that spread over his face like the sun coming out of the clouds. Because Yazoo always had the best games. Instead, he threw himself back on the bed, propping himself on a pillow with arms crossed behind his head to watch.

Yazoo lounged back in a chair and ran assessing eyes over Cloud, viewing his naked body with a blank expression designed to unnerve. It was a look that came naturally to him, as easy as breathing, and he knew the effect it had on people. He used it like a weapon. Cloud, though, stared defiantly back, not following the script.

It fascinated Yazoo. Everything about Cloud did. He was their older brother, yet everything about him was foreign. Blue eyes instead of green. Warm blond hair instead of cold silver. He had a marked restraint that both intrigued and confused Yazoo.

Several minutes passed before he finally glanced over at Loz. "We need something to amuse our... guest."

He pushed himself up from the chair to prowl in front of Cloud, arms crossed, his hand under his chin and tapping his finger on his cheek as if deciding what to do with an errant child.

"I think I have an idea." His crotch was level with Cloud's position on the floor as he slid a hand down over the front of his pants. "What would you like, brother? What should we do with our free time?" Yazoo's eyes followed the path of his hand over the leather, the supple material sliding under his fingers, before looking through his bangs at Cloud. "This?"

Cloud stared back in silence through narrowed eyes, and Yazoo smiled.

"Now, now. Don't tell me you never thought about it." Yazoo pitched his voice low, honey on his lips. "That friend of yours, Vincent, maybe?"

Cloud's face remained neutral, the tone of his voice carefully controlled, as if daring to show emotion was a shameful act. "You don't deserve to even say his name. You're nothing."

Yazoo laughed as he kneeled down, his hand gripping Cloud's chin and his fingers digging into the bruised skin as he turned Cloud's head from one side then to the other. "So pretty, it's almost a shame to see it all messed up." Yazoo licked his tongue slowly over his lips, wetting them with a long, slow swipe as he trailed his finger down Cloud's cheek. "But you'll do."

"And you're going to force me?" If Cloud's eyes were cold, his voice was even colder as a hint of barely-restrained venom sneaked into his words. "Like a coward?"

"I'm not going to force you." Yazoo swept his eyes towards Loz. "That's Loz's kink. I don't need force. Men want me." He snapped his gaze back to Cloud, his eyes blazing sharp green. "And you'll want me too."

Cloud watched with wary eyes as Yazoo slid out of his jacket, leaving his chest bare. When Yazoo reached back towards him, Cloud snapped his teeth with a snarl, the only defense he had left.

Yazoo's eyes lit up in appreciation. "Spirit. I like it." He rose to his feet in a fluid motion, undeterred, maybe even excited, by the unspoken challenge. His smile was sly as he leaned over to whisper in Cloud's ear. "It will make you even more fun to break."

Seemingly ignoring Cloud for now, Yazoo strolled over to Loz on the bed, growing warmer under the weight of his avid gaze. "Now Loz, he's more straightforward. He would fuck you hard and rough, no mercy, isn't that right, Loz?" Yazoo dragged a finger down Loz's leg. "Me? I'm more of a giver."

Loz leaned back against the pillows with a slow smile. They fucked like they fought, anticipating each other's moves, as comfortable with each other's bodies as they were with their own.

Yazoo straddled his brother and began removing the leather, unzipping the jacket and sliding his hand almost lovingly over Loz's bare chest, moments like these as close to love as he ever felt. Loz gripped Yazoo's thighs in return, digging his fingers into the leather as Yazoo dragged the zipper down lower.

This was the part Yazoo liked most. The growing warmth in his body, the build-up, skirting just around the edges to draw out the anticipation like taffy, stretched further and further until it finally snapped and sheer need overtook him with a rush. It was a bigger rush than even the sharp buck of Velvet Nightmare in his hand when he fired, or the smell of gunpowder as the recoil reverberated up his arm. Sex was an act that rocked his whole body.

Yazoo kept his one-sided conversation going with Cloud as he settled himself down against Loz's crotch. He could feel his brother's erection under his body and he rocked his hips back and forth over the captured hardness. "Loz likes things quick and to the point. Right, brother?"

Loz bit his lip and thrust his hips up in the air and Yazoo rode it out like a bucking horse, his smile growing wider as Loz tensed with frustration underneath him. Yazoo was drawing this out longer than he usually did, grinding his hips down with increased force, his audience of one never far from his mind.

"Suck me." The timbre of Loz's voice deepened with a rough edge of irritation at the slow pace.

Yazoo smiled, his expression calm and knowing, before he finally slid down between Loz's legs, stretching his legs out on the bed as he unzipped the leather pants. Loz never wore underwear, not any more. After the heat of battle, they always fucked, wild and feral, with frantic hands and eager tongues. Loz got into the habit of wearing as little as possible. Anything he could do to get his dick in Yazoo's ass faster, pinning him against whatever flat surface was nearby, a table, a wall, the ground, it didn't matter, as long as they could pound out the left-over adrenaline still raging in their bodies.

But this wasn't after battle. This was Yazoo's personal war, a silent war with Cloud.

Yazoo pulled Loz's cock out from his pants and stroked soft fingers against the sensitive skin as Loz arched his back and moaned. No matter how hard Cloud tried to disguise his interest, his eyes still flickered in their direction at every new sound. Loz was focused solely on Yazoo's hand, which wasn't doing quite what he wanted, and Cloud was focused solely on the sounds Yazoo was pulling from Loz's mouth. At that moment, he was the center of both of their worlds.

So Yazoo took his time, teasing around Loz's hardness but never taking him fully in hand, enjoying the feeling of power he held over both men, until Loz finally shoved Yazoo off with an impatient snarl. "No more fucking around. Do it already."

Yazoo landed on his back with a secret smile. The sheer aggressiveness never failed to get him off. He didn't push Loz this far often, but it was worth it when he was finally rewarded with that harsh voice and demanding tone. The voice went straight to his dick, and the shove from Loz's hand burned into his bare chest.

Loz stood by the bed to jerk off his clothes, glaring a warning, and Yazoo knew the time for teasing was over. But he'd already gotten what he wanted. He eyed Loz's cock hungrily as he crawled back onto the bed. Loz's anger switched to desire in a heartbeat at the look and he tugged on Yazoo's hair to pull him back against his side, then stroked his fingers over the area he had tugged. "Do it." The words came out softer this time, escaping from Loz's lips around breath that was already becoming heavier in anticipation.

Yazoo looked over his shoulder at Cloud before deliberately situating himself between Loz's spread legs. He pulled back his hair, knowing Loz would sweep it up with the confidence of long practice, and gripped Loz's cock firmly. He lowered his lips to breathe softly over the sensitive skin as Loz thrust his hips.

After running his tongue over the inside of his mouth to wet it, Yazoo relaxed his throat and took Loz deep. He pulled back up with a tight suction calculated to bring Loz off the quickest, all the time making sure the wet sucking sounds were loud enough to reach Cloud's ears.

Loz was never one for long, drawn-out foreplay. He wanted it hard and fast and dirty, and Yazoo, with the knowledge of Cloud's focus on them, the only distractions in a silent room, was more than ready to comply.

Yazoo would bet Cloud was more patient than Loz. It would be a pleasing contrast.

He imagined it as he sucked on Loz's cock. Imagined it was Cloud's dick in his mouth. Imagined it was Cloud writhing underneath him. Loz knew what he was thinking, in that secret language they both shared, and the thought was making both of them breathe harder. Yazoo renewed his assault on Loz's cock, any thought of Cloud slipping away as he lost himself in the act of pleasing his brother.

Loz arched up into his mouth, clawing his hands into Yazoo's hair as he hit just the right rhythm, the right speed that would send Loz over the edge. Yazoo urged him to fuck deep into his mouth, with frantic pulls on his hips and a raking of fingernails down his side. Loz shoved roughly up in to his mouth one last time, pushing himself in as deep as he could and coming with a buck and a shout.

Yazoo didn't let him withdraw until he had swallowed every last drop down. He crawled up over Loz's body to share it with him in a languid kiss, the only time Loz would settle for anything that wasn't directly related to sex.

Loz finally pulled away and sank back into the pillows with a relaxed sigh, then slapped Yazoo on the ass. "You go play. I'll watch."

A slow smile lit Yazoo's face and he slid off the bed with a stretch, his feet alighting on the wood floor with the agile grace of a lion on the hunt. He strolled over to Cloud, exuding nonchalance, knowing his bare feet and bare chest would make him seem softer, tamer somehow. At least, until he looked at Cloud with a calculating gleam in his eye.

"No matter how much scorn you may feel for us, you're still our brother. We share a bond, don't we?" Yazoo could literally feel it thrumming in his body and he knew Cloud felt it too. "There's something that calls us to each other. Jenova. Mother. You can feel it in your blood... the pull."

Yazoo ran his fingers through the bright gold strands of Cloud's hair as he kept up the string of low, controlled words. "You were breathing heavier when I sucked him off. I could hear it, your heart pounding faster."

Cloud spat on the floor in front of him and Yazoo fingers tightened around his hair and yanked hard.

"You can try to deny it. But I know better." He threw out a command over shoulder. "Loz, come here."

Still naked, Loz strode over to stand behind Yazoo, and he leaned down to breathe soft against Yazoo's neck. "Whatever you need."

Yazoo's eyes fell shut at the familiar warmth of his brother at his back, his voice almost a purr. "I think Cloud wants a show. Help me undress."

Loz reached around Yazoo's waist to undo the zipper on his pants. He pulled apart the fabric as the zipper lowered, baring Yazoo's skin inch by slow inch for maximum effect. Yazoo performed a languid writhe back against Loz, his hard cock jutting up from his body as his pants slid down over his hips. He lifted his feet for Loz to pull the leather off leg by leg, finally leaving him naked in front of Cloud. His cock was level with Cloud's mouth, a position that only made him harder.

Loz knew how to display Yazoo to his best advantage and he performed his assigned task with ease. He slid his hands up over Yazoo's chest, drawing Cloud's attention to what he was displaying like a woman in a game show revealing the longed-for prize. Yazoo closed his eyes with a sigh at the stroking over his body, and he pushed his ass back against Loz, starting to get impatient and wanting a cock in his body, any cock. He reined his impatience in, never letting it show on his face. Cloud would be worth the wait.

"Can you feel it, Cloud? Feel my heart race? What Loz does to me?" He opened his eyes to lock back on Cloud, holding his attention through sheer force of will. "There is a connection." He snuggled back into Loz's shoulder with a slow smile. "And it's making me burn." Loz, still sated, simply remained in the background, playing his part and enjoying the show.

Yazoo felt wanton. Cloud's gaze might be filled with rebellion... but he wasn't looking away. And Yazoo could see a touch of something... more. Hate. Rage. Such lovely emotions to fuel his desire. He fed on them like a drug. When such strong emotions were flowing through a person's body, they needed an outlet. Yazoo vowed to be that outlet.

Loz was... comfortable. Yazoo wanted danger.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Yazoo could smell sex in the air and knew it couldn't fail to affect Cloud. Pheromones, the lingering scent of come, all combined to create an atmosphere of pure sin and decadence. "Do you want to pound into me with all that emotion you're holding back? Punish me for what a bad boy I've been?"

His lips turned up into a sly smile when he noticed Cloud shifting uncomfortably, and he could see he was becoming hard. A thrill of victory shot through Yazoo. One small battle already won in a larger war.

"Your body's betraying you. No matter how much you want to say no, your body is telling a different story. Your cock wants to fuck me." His hunger was evident as he eyed Cloud's body.

Cloud's eyes blazed. "I'd never fuck you."

Yazoo ignored the words and tsk'ed. ""Sitting there. All tied up and so pretty. I bet you want release for all that rage. Adrenaline. Action." He threw out the words like a fly fisherman flicking lure on the surface of the water, enticing his prey, and he ran the flat of his hands down his chest and over his hipbones as he talked. "It's what we do, after all. Soldiers like you. Fighters like me. Our bodies are built for action." His hands slid back to grasp Loz's hips and pull him tighter against him.

"Should I show you what you're missing? Let Loz fuck me right in front of you?" Lack of answers from Cloud didn't bother Yazoo. All that mattered was that Cloud heard his words. And Cloud was hearing them, of that he was certain. He hadn't even touched Cloud yet and he was responding. Simply to the sound of his voice. It was power. Different than the power of a killing blow with a sword, or the ability to change a business with the stroke of a pen. It was a more subtle power that set Yazoo's skin on fire.

He could feel Loz's hot breath against his neck and he almost gave into the easy pleasure of letting Loz fuck him. Almost. But the power was an aphrodisiac far greater than any simple play of bodies.

"No. I think I'll save that for you. So I can feel you inside me." Yazoo leaned back briefly against Loz before straightening up and pulling away, not bothering to look back over his shoulder as he gave his order. "Loz, leave us."

Loz had no problem letting his brother play, but he sent him a glance as he dressed, a slight tilt of his head at the door to let him know he'd be right outside if needed. Before he left, he took the opportunity to aim a few well-placed hits, with meaty fists and hard leather boots slamming into Cloud's body, sending Cloud back further against the wall to try and escape the blows.

As soon as the door clicked behind Loz, Cloud sagged forward in relief, his defenses falling away with the departure of the largest brother, the hardest hitter with the harshest demeanor. Now it was just Yazoo and Cloud, and Yazoo smirked when Cloud visibly relaxed in his presence.

Cloud looked up at Yazoo with a searching gaze. "Is it your turn now to take your hits?" It was said with calmness that Yazoo knew he wasn't actually feeling. He admired Cloud's control. Usually their victims were broken by this point. But then Cloud was no normal human. He was their brother, after all.

"Have I hit you yet?" Yazoo kept his voice low and gave Cloud a real smile, not the predatory smile of earlier.

Yazoo was the good cop to Loz's bad. Cloud was no longer as defiant as before, taking refuge in being alone in the quiet with Yazoo. His resistance was weakening under the push and pull of conflicting responses from the brothers.

But Yazoo's resistance was weakening too. Cloud's mouth was so close to his dick, and it was setting his body on fire. Just a few short steps in front of him and he could be plunging in-between those pretty lips. His feet took him forward, almost without thought, to end up on either side of Cloud still sitting slumped on the floor. He leaned a hand against the wall behind his head, keeping his hips back until he could gauge Cloud's response. It was playing with fire. That was how Yazoo liked it best.

He stroked his hand over his cock, making sure Cloud could see how hard he was. Looking down between his legs to see Cloud's mouth so close was almost enough to make him come in his own hand and his breathing became harsher. He had to make sure he didn't let down his guard in the face of the overwhelming lust that was taking over.

"Look what you're doing to me." He caught Cloud's eyes and pulled his gaze down towards his cock, red and leaking, but he didn't move any closer. Not yet. "Would you like to taste me?" He slid his fingers over the pre-come and sucked his fingers into his mouth to taste himself as Cloud's eyes followed every movement.

He brought wet fingers down to stroke back over his cock while he took stock of Cloud's reactions, noting he was becoming harder even as he struggled to hide his reaction. Yazoo threw caution to the wind and walked closer to Cloud. His body was screaming for release as he grabbed Cloud's hair with his hand.

"Don't do anything that will make me have to hurt you." There was no mistaking the tone. He would do it, and Cloud wasn't in a position to fight back. He loosened his grip in Cloud's hair and placed his hand back against the wall. "Not when there are so many better things we could be doing."

He kept his face impassive, but being so close yet not being inside was making him shake. With just the slightest tilt of his hips, he pushed his cock up against Cloud's mouth. He didn't force his way inside, just let it sit on his lips. His legs almost gave out from underneath him when Cloud's lips parted ever so slightly to let him in.

Soft warmth enveloped the tip of his cock and he instantly wanted more. But he kept his movements gentle as he pushed in further, inch by inch. At the feel of Cloud's warm, wet mouth, he knew he wouldn't last long, and a moan escaped from his lips. He kept his thrusts shallow, responding to Cloud's mouth as it slowly started to work over him.

The long build-up had stripped him of any control and his hips rocked in and out between Cloud's slick lips, bringing him to a climax long before he was ready. He held his body stiff as he finally found release in Cloud's mouth, holding back his impulse to sink deep. He had more he wanted to do yet, and roughness at this stage would be detrimental to his goal. He could be as single-minded as his brother in that respect.

He slid his cock out while his breathing slowed, and he watched Cloud swallow then run his tongue over the inside of his mouth. It was a beautiful sight. Yazoo knew he would recall it for many days to come, calling up the memory in after-fight sessions with Loz, and late nights when it was just him.

With shaky legs, Yazoo slid his pants back on in a move calculated to make Cloud relax, but he left his chest bare before reaching over to the anchor in the wall to untie one arm.

"I think you deserve a little reward for that." He hunkered down on his heels to crouch beside Cloud in a position that would allow him to dance away quickly if needed. Cloud's arm had to be sore from being pulled up in such an uncomfortable position for so long and Yazoo could see him wince slightly as he lowered his arm. Cloud was good at hiding his emotions, but Yazoo was better at reading them.

As he leaned in to rub out the kinks, Cloud jerked away from him. "Don't. Don't touch me." But the pain was apparent on his face with every sharp move.

Yazoo tried again, grabbing his arm firmly and kneading the muscles. "Don't be an idiot. You're hurting." He schooled his expression into a convincing look of concern, offering up kindness like a biscuit to an errant puppy, using positive reinforcement in its basest form. He didn't let Cloud pull away, and he could finally feel him start to relax under his hand.

He kept his movements slow and subtle, using a constant string of words to distract from his movements as he widened the path of his hands, stroking over more of Cloud's skin with each pass. "Is your other arm sore? I can't untie you entirely. Loz might get upset. But we can switch arms."

He retied the hand then moved to the other side with the same agile crouch as before. Cloud's eyes squeezed shut as his other arm lowered, and Yazoo knew his limbs had to feel like they were on fire. Cloud's relief showed on his face when he finally allowed himself to submit to Yazoo's soothing touch.

A large cut was exposed along Cloud's side, a graze mark from Velvet Nightmare. It had been difficult to not shoot to kill, but Kadaj had been adamant on that point. So Yazoo ran his finger over his handiwork with fascination, coating it in blood and sucking it into his mouth to lick clean. Cloud watched with blank eyes that could mean anything. That might mean nothing. Yazoo simply closed his eyes and moaned at the taste.

"Does it hurt?" Yazoo looked back down at the wound with fascination, running his tongue over his bottom lip as if still tasting it. "So beautiful to look at."

Cloud ignored him, pinning his gaze on the opposite wall and not giving Yazoo the satisfaction of a response. Yazoo chafed at the lack of appreciation for his work then sighed. "But I don't want you to get sick, so we'd better fix it."

Bringing over some cleaning supplies, Yazoo cleaned the wound with tender movements and soothing words, inwardly sad to see his work covered up, but appreciative of the excuse to touch Cloud's body. He ran his hand over the bandage in the interest of making sure it stayed stuck, but then slid his hand further down Cloud's stomach. He could feel Cloud's stomach muscles twitching under his touch, and it was obvious that every molecule of Cloud's body was focused on the path of Yazoo's hand, but there was no more biting, no more jerking away.

Yazoo stopped his descent before he approached his cock. Cloud's resistance was lessening but it still wasn't enough for Yazoo. He wanted Cloud to come to him for that final fuck that he knew was just a matter of time. It was all a part of the game. And Yazoo did like to win.

Instead, Yazoo called Loz back in for the sole purpose of watching Cloud's body instantly tighten back up. Yazoo smirked. Cloud was his own little marionette. Pull the right strings and watch him jerk.

"Loz, it's late." He tilted his head with a hint of softness that he knew would contrast favorably with Loz's rough movements and demeanor. "Kadaj will be out all night. Will you stay with me?" He cut his eyes to Loz's when he said it, sending his message in their own shortcut language, and Loz shrugged in return.

He made moves around the room, knowing Yazoo didn't want him to really stay, despite the innocent question, and he grabbed his wallet to tuck in his back pocket. As he walked by Cloud, he made a few short feints in his direction, and Cloud jerked back further against the wall.

Yazoo simply smiled at Cloud's reaction. With Loz's mission accomplished, Yazoo nodded ever so slightly toward the door and Loz picked up on it easily. "Nah, I'm hitting some bars tonight. I'll leave you with him."

When Loz left, Yazoo could see Cloud's body relax again as his outlook of Yazoo changed from his aggressor to his safe-haven. Yet another string tugged on the marionette.

Yazoo backed off from Cloud to give him some breathing room and sprawled out on the bed. "Looks like it's just you and me." He continued to talk about nothing at all, just distracting chit-chat, as he slid the leather pants down over his legs and kicked them off to the floor. His fingers stroked idly over his body, giving the appearance of being unaware of what he was doing, though his mind was busily ticking off each place to best touch himself, the right speed to stroke over his body. He rolled on his side to cradle his head in his hand with his lithe body stretched out on the bed.

"You're pretty beat up. I doubt you could go anywhere very fast. Shall I let you go?"

Cloud’s head jerked up in surprise.

Appearing to give it thought, though the script had been written hours ago, Yazoo nodded and padded over naked to untie the knots. Cloud's eyes blazed bright at his chance to escape, only to dim quickly as his cramped legs shook underneath him.

Yazoo knocked him easily back onto the bed with only the slightest shove and pinned him with his body weight, his breath hot on Cloud's cheek as he kept his voice low. "Face it, you're hurt. And I don't want to hurt you more." A calculated pause. "If I don't have to." Yazoo gave one small grind of his hips against him before rolling off to the side.

After his failed attempt, Cloud sagged back into the bed, breathing heavy from the cramps that had gripped him. He looked over with confusion in his eyes, his words low through the pain. "Why did you let me go?"

Yazoo looked down at Cloud appraisingly, then smiled large. "Because I'm a nice guy."

He pulled himself off the bed to untie the rope from the wall. "You can stay on the bed." Using the rope to tie one arm to the headboard, he made sure Cloud was tethered but still had enough play in the rope to move, then patted the bed with an innocent blink. "Lay down."

Yazoo could see Cloud's eyes drooping. He was tired, the bed was soft, and Loz was gone. Cloud couldn't hold out against the rare kindness for long. He finally lay down in a fetal position, presenting his back to Yazoo, and Yazoo simply watched as Cloud fell into a light sleep.

Yazoo wasn't in a hurry. But he also wasn't going to let Cloud sleep for long. Just enough to dull his senses, but not enough to let him feel fully rested.

He ran his hand through the spiky blond hair as Cloud slept, fascinated by how it flowed through his fingers, so much softer than it appeared. Cloud's skin was warm under his fingers as he traced lazy circles over his body. This was the first time Yazoo actually lay in bed beside someone other than his brothers that didn't include the sweating groans and wild fever that accompanied short-term fucks. So he took the time to investigate Cloud with his eyes, the broadness in his shoulders that tapered to slim hips, the corded muscles in his arms, the curve of his neck.

After a calculated length of time, he slowly brought Cloud out of his light doze with a nudge on his shoulder. Keeping his hands on Cloud's body, he plastered his naked body up behind him, taking full advantage of Cloud's drowsy state to coax a response from him.

He could see Cloud reacting in his half-awake state to what he hadn't allowed himself to react to earlier; his cock hardening at the gentle rocking of Yazoo's body against his ass, his body pushing back against Yazoo's with increased force as a small sigh escaped his mouth.

Cloud jerked fully-awake when Yazoo ran his hand down over his hipbone. Yazoo pushed him easily back down on the bed with one hand placed in the center of his chest. It was a light touch, no more than would be needed to swing a door shut. Cloud stared up, his eyes flickering back and forth over Yazoo's with a searching look... but he didn't move away from underneath Yazoo's barely-there hold.

The strange pull between them intensified when Cloud met his gaze. Yazoo could feel a strange flip in his stomach at Cloud's acceptance of his touch, and he longing raced through his body like wildfire. Yazoo stroked his hand further down Cloud's chest and saw the twitch of his cock. And he smiled.

Stretched out naked beside him, he slid his leg over Cloud's and twined in-between them, keeping the slow strokes over his chest and down his sides, drinking in the skin sliding under his fingers. Cloud's muscles were tight under his hand and his breathing was shallow but Yazoo could tell it wasn't a fight or flight response this time. There was a different scent in the air. One of lust.

Yazoo let his need show in his eyes as he rocked his body ever so slightly against Cloud's hip. Cloud's face remained impassive, but his eyes darkened and his breath sped up. Yazoo leaned down to brush his lips lightly over Cloud's, to finally taste him, to allow the sweetness to flutter over his lips.

Teasing with his tongue, questing for entry, he was finally rewarded with the slightest parting of Cloud's lips. He didn't waste any time, taking advantage of the slight parting to finally enter Cloud's mouth and run his tongue over the inside, and he moaned at the warmth and wetness.

Cloud started to respond, sliding his tongue back over Yazoo's, and Yazoo closed his eyes to lose himself in the movements. Then he slowly pulled his tongue out and leaned back to sweep his eyes over Cloud's face to make sure Cloud knew who he was kissing. To make sure he knew it was Yazoo and wasn't retreating to some fantasy in his mind. Yazoo watched in a long, drawn-out silence until he finally saw the last barrier fall in Cloud's eyes.

He thrilled at his victory. But took little time to savor it.

He reached up quickly to pull the rope from Cloud's hand, and his touch immediately became more forceful as he ran his hand down to tweak at Cloud's nipple. Cloud's back arched and his breath caught at the light pinch. Yazoo followed the touch by ducking his head down to lick the flat of his tongue over the Cloud's nipple, hardened by the attention and inviting Yazoo to explore.

Still worshiping Cloud's chest with warm licks and small sucks, he rolled on top, moving his mouth more aggressively and sucking hard, reveling in the chance to finally let go.

He quickly slid down Cloud's body, wanting his cock in his mouth, craving the weight of it against his tongue. He buried his mouth all the way down to the hilt to nestle in the hair at the base. The light touch of Cloud's hand on the back of his head urged him on as he sucked hard and fast.

When he was sure Cloud had reached the point where there would be no turning back, he finally pulled his mouth off his cock and licked over his lips at the promise ahead of him. The promise in Cloud's body. The anticipation of Cloud's cock in his ass.

Impatience running high, he crawled over Cloud on hands and knees and stretched out to the side to grab the lube from the dresser. Holding it out to Cloud, he waited quietly for his response. Time seemed to stretch out while he waited, but his patience was soon rewarded. His dick jumped when Cloud reached out hesitantly... then took the lube from his hand.

The final hurdle had been passed.

Yazoo lay down flat on his stomach and pulled a pillow under him to wrap his arms around, confident now in Cloud's response, and almost bursting with the need for friction against his cock. When Cloud rolled over to cover his body with his own, he ground his hips down into the mattress under the delicious weight.

When Cloud deliberately set aside the lube and condom on the bed, Yazoo knew he had been right. He had known Cloud would be a slow lover.

Cloud ran his tongue down Yazoo's back in a long drawn-out lick down the center, following the movement with his hands splayed over Yazoo's back, sliding down over his skin with a soft touch. He didn't stop when he reached the curve of Yazoo's ass, instead hardening his tongue and using his hands to spread his cheeks. Yazoo lifted his hips in response, his stomach tightening as Cloud took his time, licking down his ass with slow passes of his tongue.

His whole body tingled at the slow circles and the light poke of Cloud's tongue against him. His control was breaking. He wanted, needed, to touch Cloud in return. He signaled his intent to move, and when Cloud pulled back, he rolled over to face him. Stretching out underneath his body, he was rewarded with a look of sheer lust in Cloud's eyes. He purred under Cloud’s gaze, thriving on the attention.

Yazoo parted his legs and signaled to Cloud to come down to him with a slight crook of his finger and a winning smile. Cloud attacked his mouth, no longer hesitant, taking control in a way that surprised even Yazoo. He might have underestimated him. A very pleasant turn of events.

Any thoughts soon flew from his head at Cloud's insistent grinding against him, cocks lined up for perfect friction. Cloud slid his arms under Yazoo's shoulders, giving in to the need to thrust against him, moaning as he lost himself in the feeling.

"Now. Fuck me now." It was a plea, a total reversal of roles that Yazoo had no problem with.

Cloud pushed himself up on his arms to sweep his eyes over his face, and Yazoo's body tightened when Cloud reached a hand out blindly to grab the lube. It was what he had been waiting for. The final culmination to a long played-out game. The wait had been worth it. Worth every minute of build-up. Worth every persuasive move he'd had to employ.

Yazoo bent his legs up and Cloud prepared him swiftly and with the ease of long-practice. There had been someone in Cloud's past.

But none of that mattered until he had Cloud's cock inside him. The teasing of fingers had him writhing at the intrusion until his muscles relaxed. Urging Cloud to take the next step, he rocked his hips, hands reaching up to tug at Cloud's shoulder. Yazoo's breath caught when Cloud bumped up against his hole and pushed into the tightness.

The feeling was incredible. Warm and full and slick. He consciously made himself breathe as Cloud waited, and when he was ready, he pushed up against Cloud to signal him to move.

As Cloud's eyes closed with the strokes, Yazoo kept his open to watch the expressions on his face, to thrill at knowing that he was the one that made Cloud look like he was in heaven, that it was his body that Cloud was buried inside with such desire. It made Yazoo crave more.

"Harder, Cloud." Just saying Cloud's name was enough to make him nearly come. And Cloud responded, whether to hearing his name on Yazoo's lips or just the need to give in and fuck hard. Either way was fine by Yazoo, the result was the same.

Cloud growled, low and throaty, as he started to pound harder and faster. Words slipped from his mouth with each pump. "So hot." He pushed Yazoo's legs back further against his body. "So tight." Then finally, "Yazoo."

His name from Cloud's lips felt so right. He grabbed the back of Cloud's head to pull him down for a bruising, devouring kiss. When Cloud hit the perfect rhythm, the right speed to send him rapidly to the edge, he moaned under Cloud's mouth, letting out his desire against his lips. He pulled back from the kiss to slide his hand between their bodies to stroke his cock. Only to have Cloud slap his hand away.

Yazoo looked up, startled, and Cloud simply stared back. Then Cloud deliberately wrapped his own fingers around Yazoo's cock. Yazoo shuddered softly then thrust up in his grip, lost in everything but the feelings coursing through his body. His moan turned into almost a keen as he felt Cloud's hips speed up.

"Wanted this. Wanted you, brother." He breathed out the words as he scraped his fingers over Cloud's back, overwhelmed by the idea that this was Cloud.

They were both close. With each hard pound into his body, each slide over his cock, Yazoo could feel the intensity building until finally he couldn't hold back any longer. His back arched off the mattress and his ass clenched hard around Cloud's cock as he let go with a shout. The orgasm wracked his body and left him shivering in its wake. His muscles slowly relaxed as he sank back into the mattress as Cloud continued to stroke inside him.

Cloud slammed hard into Yazoo's ass, finally letting go totally. He held Yazoo's gaze with an intensity that burned him from the inside, until finally Yazoo could see it in his eyes just before he came. Yazoo watched with fascination as Cloud's eyes squeezed shut with a look of pure ecstasy. He watched as Cloud's body shook with the aftershocks. He watched as Cloud slowly opened his eyes to look down at him with an undecipherable look.

Cloud collapsed over his body and Yazoo luxuriated under the weight, both working to bring their breathing back under control. Two bodies, sweaty and sticking together, and neither wanting to move. Both luxuriating in the aftermath of a fuck too long in coming. Cloud ran his hands through Yazoo's hair in a gesture that was almost soft, and Yazoo trailed his fingers over Cloud's back in response.

They were still on the bed, in the same position, when Loz and Kadaj burst in through the door in a flurry of activity. They took in Cloud, naked and covering Yazoo, then their eyes moved right over him, not worth their time. Loz threw Yazoo's leather at him before turning to grab up his weapons and gear.

"They're on the way." Kadaj's words were terse. "Get your ass moving."

It was a command that Yazoo couldn't ignore, not that he ever would anyway. Cloud rolled to the side, eyes turning back to the same blankness they had held most of the night as Yazoo crawled off the bed to dress. "Why don't we fight?"

Loz sneered. "It's Vincent, and he's brought all of his friends." Loz hated to leave a fight, so Yazoo knew instantly that it must be a large number. Especially if Kadaj was insisting on a wise retreat.

"What about him?" Yazoo cut his eyes over to Cloud, who was pulling a blanket over himself, futilely trying to hide his naked body from dispassionate eyes. Kadaj barely gave him the time of day. "Leave him."

Yazoo packed up the last of his belongings and started to follow his brothers out the door, but held back for just a moment, sending a questioning glance back at Cloud. Cloud's face was still blank. But there was a hint of something... more.

Yazoo simply nodded. "We will meet again." A threat or a promise he wasn't sure but he didn't bother to figure it out as he headed out the door without looking back.

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