Intervention

(Author's Notes: It's, um, brother-schmoop. Even the brothers deserve some schmoop now and then. Beta by dmitchell1985.)


Intervention

Kadaj watched in silence as Loz and Yazoo stomped behind him into the room, in heavy boots and a foul mood. Loz unbuckled Dual Hound to place on the dresser, only to bump into Yazoo reaching to put Velvet Nightmare in the top drawer.

A quick glare, a slight sidestep, and both men huffed and turned away to find other places to stash their weapons. Loz headed for the bed but stopped in his tracks when Yazoo threw himself on it with a bounce and took up the whole space. Instead, he whirled on his heel to plop down in the lone chair, sinking back in the cushions to glare at Yazoo, who glared back in return.

Kadaj stood blinking in the center of the room. He swept a questioning gaze over his brothers, a tinge of nervousness in his gut as he took in the scene; but Loz turned his chair to look out the window and Yazoo rolled over to face the wall, leaving Kadaj to stand by himself... feeling very alone.

He shifted uncomfortably. Feelings were his brothers' domain, not his. He gave orders. He planned. Emotions held no place in his tightly-mapped future. But there was no doubt he needed his brothers. He needed them together.

They were supposed to be his anchor when life overwhelmed him. They were supposed to be a buffer between him and the world. Yet all they were doing now was making him hurt. It perplexed him and made his chest tighten.

He tried Yazoo first, the calm, logical one of their trio. To get him talking. To say anything to break the silence.

"Yazoo," he tilted his head to look out from behind his fall of hair, "do you have my map?"

Yazoo flung a hand out behind him to point at the dresser then immediately turned back to the wall.

Discomfited by the lack of a response, Kadaj leaned down to smooth his hand over Loz's torn leather. "Does your leg hurt, brother?"

Loz grunted.

Kadaj rose to his feet and dragged his hand through his hair before letting it fall limp at his side. He didn't have the time for this. He didn't have time to dissect the subtleties of human emotion and all the distractions that went with them. Other things were taking priority. Mother was so close, he could feel it, and it was stretching his skin almost painfully over his bones. He finally turned away from Loz with tightly controlled movements.

His brothers would have to work this out on their own.

He peeled off his leather to sit naked on the bed beside Yazoo, legs crossed and supplies laid out in front of him. When he unfolded the map on the bedspread, he smoothed out the folds just so, taking whatever comfort he could find in its crispness, before picking up the red marker to cross off areas they'd already searched.

Ten minutes later, he could feel the tension increasing in the room and realized he was crossing off areas they hadn't even searched yet.

He set the marker down with careful precision on the map, confusion and a tinge of hurt in his voice. "Why won't you make up?"

Loz quit gnawing on his thumbnail only long enough to look over with a snort at Yazoo before shoving his fingernail back between his teeth and resuming his stare out the window. Yazoo simply flopped on his back and stared at the ceiling with a long, put-upon sigh.

Kadaj retrieved his marker and smoothed out the map again, wishing he could change things, wanting to fix things, but having no idea how. So he settled for burying himself back in his search.

"He started it."

Kadaj looked up, jolted from his perusal. Loz, of course. Always the emotional one.

Yazoo huffed and pulled himself up to a sitting position on the bed. "Did not." His hair swung around his shoulders when he shook his head.

"Fuck you, you did too."

"Bite me." The bed rocked when Yazoo threw himself back against the mattress.

Kadaj pushed his hair back from his face, a nervous tick that always became more pronounced when he felt out of his element. And he was definitely feeling out of his element. His brothers didn't fight often, and this was taking longer than usual to blow over. Far too long. His voice was plaintive. "This is bothering me."

But once Loz opened up, there was no stopping him. "Kadaj, he made me wipe out. I had my bike under perfect control until he tried to be a hot-shot. You know I'd never dump my bike."

Yazoo rolled off the bed and kicked his boots off, sending them against the wall with a bang, before pulling off his leather and throwing himself back on the bed. "It's hot in here."

"You dump my bike, then have the balls to ignore me?"

"I Did Not. Dump. Your Bike." Yazoo snorted. "You just need to learn how to ride."

Kadaj watched his elite pair of brothers, the well-oiled machine that fought with such great synchronicity, and his unease slowly turned to frustration. It wasn't supposed to be this way.

"Loz. Come here."

Loz pouted. "No."

Kadaj gave him a long stare, holding his gaze until Loz grew uncomfortable and finally shuffled over to rock back and forth on his feet. Kadaj folded his map with precise movements, setting it aside to make sure it wouldn't get wrinkled, then patted the bed.

"Get undressed, join us. You're all tense."

When Kadaj turned searching eyes on him, Loz didn't stand a chance and Kadaj knew it, playing it to his full advantage. Loz finally took off his clothes with resignation and curled up next to Kadaj, pulling him into his arms and burying his head in Kadaj's hair, sniffing at his shampoo.

Kadaj knew it smelled like apples.

Apples.

...

Stupid Inn and its frou-frou products.

Kadaj pushed the thought away in the face of more pressing problems and snuggled into Loz's arms, then reached over to grab Yazoo's hand. Yazoo couldn't turn down his brother any more than Loz could and he curled up on the other side. The closeness helped to ease some of Kadaj's discomfort, but his muscles were still tight with confused emotion.

"I don't like it when you fight. It makes my stomach upset." For all that he was the unofficial leader, Kadaj still needed his brothers, and he stroked his hand over Yazoo's hair as much to soothe himself as Yazoo. "You're not relaxed."

Yazoo burrowed in closer to his side, talking against his chest. "'S not my fault. It's his."

Loz tensed and started to say something but then snapped his mouth shut at Kadaj's look.

The whole evening was setting Kadaj on edge, and he threw himself down to the end of the bed to sit on his knees and stare at his brothers who, he was pleased to see, were left with shell-shocked stares at his quick departure. When they noticed they were suddenly far too close to each other without him as a buffer, they instantly presented their backs to each other to lay in stiff silence.

That's when everything finally clicked for Kadaj. He decided to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

With a calculating gleam in his eye, he crawled over to Yazoo to push him back flat on the bed, keeping one hand in the center of his chest as he straddled his hips. Yazoo purred when Kadaj chose him and stretched out underneath him with a triumphant smile. Kadaj could feel Loz attuned to his every move, and he could see the jealousy in the set of his back, but Kadaj wasn't worried. He had a plan.

He sat back on Yazoo's knees to stroke over his brother's cock, flipping his hair back out of his eyes to better watch. As Yazoo squirmed underneath him, his hips rocked up into Kadaj's hand, which rocked the mattress in turn.

Loz squirmed and Kadaj hid a smirk.

He brought Yazoo to the point where he was panting under his brother's touch, his hands clawing into the bedspread and eyes squeezed shut in sheer ecstasy, so close, his body tensing... then Kadaj removed his hand.

Yazoo let out a growl and sat up. "Why did you stop?" His chest was heaving as he blew his bangs up in the air.

Kadaj shrugged and slid up behind Loz to snuggle against his back. "Someone has to take care of Loz. And since you won't, I have to."

Yazoo bit out, "But you didn't finish with m-" He stopped his words, knowing they were useless and threw himself back on the bed and crossed his arms. Meanwhile, Kadaj slid his hand down Loz's side, trailing over his hip, then idly tracing down over his pelvic bone as he hummed a soft tune under his breath.

His hand encountered a cock already hard from listening to Yazoo, and Kadaj rolled him onto his back to better work over his body. With a soft grip, he encouraged Loz to pump up into his hand and he took advantage of the chance eagerly. Kadaj knew he was a special treat for his brothers. Personally, he didn't understand the obsession with sex the two had, but it seemed to keep them happy. That is, when they weren't bickering like a married couple.

He focused his attentions on Loz, who was moaning in appreciation, but still kept his ears tuned to Yazoo behind him. He could hear the rustle of movement as Yazoo's hand crept down to stroke over his own cock. Loz was always the most vocal of the three and Kadaj knew it never failed to get Yazoo off. He'd heard it often enough, after all, with those two in a bed across the room and Yazoo purring his contentment as Loz became increasingly louder. Kadaj knew all their ins and outs. And he played them like a fiddle.

When he could sense they were both at full alert and listening to each other with bodies strung tight, he pulled his hand off Loz's cock and crawled over him to exit the bed and sit in the chair. He shimmied the chair away from the window to face the two blinking owls on the bed and waited.

"What are you-"

"Why did y-" Loz was the first to move, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to sit up in a rush.

Kadaj held up his hand until the two fell into silence then put on his best innocent expression. "Yazoo, Loz is hard. Why don't you suck him?" Yazoo sat on his knees and glared back defiantly, his arms crossed tight over his chest.

"Loz will ask nicely, won't you, Loz?"

Loz crossed his arms in an unconscious mimic of Yazoo.

Having given it his best shot, Kadaj sighed and resorted to Plan B. He settled himself back in the chair, getting comfortable and spreading his legs. He slipped his fingers into his mouth, wetting them with a deliberate swipe of his tongue, then wrapped his hand around his cock. His brothers wouldn't look at each other but they were both looking at him, and Kadaj knew they wouldn't approach him unless asked.

He wasn't going to ask.

He stroked his hand over his cock in a calculated performance for his two brothers, though he acted like they weren't even in the room. It made him feel wanton, and the thrill in his stomach encouraged him to slide deeper down into the chair and let his legs fall apart. He may have started the plan for his brothers, but it did feel good, and he made a note to do it more often. He lost himself in the act for a few minutes of comfortable pleasure, then opened his eyes to see them watching avidly and Yazoo scooting up behind Loz in an unconscious movement. But the two still weren't touching.

Kadaj took his show up a notch and padded over to the dresser to grab the lube and a dildo before settling back down into the chair. He pulled both his legs up to drape over the arms and spread himself as wide as he could, setting the toy set aside for a moment to squeeze lube in his hand. He'd forgotten how cold it felt at first, but it warmed quickly. With his eagerness increasing, he slid his finger inside his ass, enjoying the light push. It was an erotic feeling to bare his ass before his brothers, and he adjusted his position so they could better watch as he pushed inside himself.

His breathing deepened and small, uncharacteristic sounds slipped out, and when he slid the second finger in, a pleasurable warmth spread through his whole body. He opened his eyes to look sleepily at his brothers, then returned his focus to his fingers stroking inside him, rocking his hips to slide deeper. After awhile, just using his fingers wasn't enough. He wanted more.

He reached over to close his hand over the dildo, then relaxed back into the chair as he guided the head against his hole, inserting it achingly slow. The full feeling reminded him why his brothers enjoyed it so much, and he realized that it was worth taking some time for himself, to put aside his search and devotion and single-mindedness for a few stolen moments. He waited for his muscles to relax, then pushed down against it, burying it deeper in his body with the smallest of moans.

His brothers totally forgotten, he lost himself in the slide in and out of his ass, every so often grinding down as hard as he could. At least, until a low growl caused him to open his eyes.

When he looked up through his fall of hair, Loz was thrusting hard up into his hand, and Yazoo was sitting on his knees behind him, running his tongue over his lips as he watched over Loz's shoulder. Kadaj could see Loz shiver every time Yazoo's breath swept across his neck.

Kadaj knew he just about had them, and he tried again. "Yazoo, suck your brother." This time, Yazoo reacted to the command without hesitation, throwing himself down on the floor in front of Loz and pushing between his knees to suck greedily on his cock.

Loz tangled his hands in his hair to push down on Yazoo, to first force him to take his cock deeper, then to pull him up to slide over the tip, pushing and pulling Yazoo's mouth over his length with increased fervor.

Yazoo followed his lead easily and hummed around Loz's cock, pulling a keening sound from his throat. Loz breathed harshly and words spilled from his mouth. "So sorry, Yazoo, so sorry, never again. So good, so fucking good..." He rocked his hips in punctuation to the declaration, then started the stream of words again. "Your mouth, so hot, fucking hell... I..."

Loz's breath hitched when Yazoo deep-throated his cock. "Need it. Need you. Now."

He physically picked Yazoo up and tossed him back on the bed so he could crawl between his legs. Without even looking in Kadaj's direction, he snatched the lube from the air that Kadaj tossed his way. He used minimal preparation, knowing his brother could handle it, enjoyed it even, and shoved his cock all the way in with one push.

Kadaj's breathing sped up as he watched his brother force himself into Yazoo's body, and his breathing synchronized with Yazoo's as he took deep breaths to relax. Yazoo's face spread out into an expression of avid hunger as he looked back up at his brother.

Loz didn't wait long before he started moving. He shoved hard enough to rock Yazoo on the bed, bending his legs back as far as he could to get deeper, and Yazoo threw his hands up over his head to grasp at the headboard so he could shove back.

Kadaj watched Yazoo's eyes squeeze shut, heard Loz's growl and the slap of his hips against Yazoo's ass, could see the beads of sweat on Loz's forehead from the exertion of the frantic fuck. Kadaj ground down harder on the dildo in time with their thrusts. Loz's muscles were bunching under his skin and Yazoo's back was arching off the mattress in an enticing curve, his hair splayed out on the bed and his dick hard. It was a beautiful sight.

Yazoo came first, come streaking over his chest as his body trembled from the shocks running through his body. And Kadaj could tell by the reaction on Loz's face when Yazoo's ass clenched around his cock. Loz's whole body tightened as he slammed into his brother one last time, head rolling back with eyes squeezed shut, hips jerking against Yazoo's body when he finally found his release. His breathing slowed and his eyes slowly opened as he looked down at Yazoo with a soft smile on his face.

Kadaj watched with anticipation as Loz pulled himself up to his knees, then slumped down over Yazoo to place his forehead on his chest. When Loz made small swipes with his tongue to lick the come off Yazoo's stomach, Kadaj knew that everything was back to normal and relief spread over him. And now he could focus on himself.

His brothers' beautiful act already had him breathing hard in anticipation of his own orgasm, and his leisurely show from before fell away as he threw himself into a hard, dirty fuck.

He shoved himself back and forth on the dildo in an echo of Loz's rough pounding into his brother's ass. Their attention was focused totally back on him and he reveled in the feeling of being watched, knowing they were following every slide of the dildo into his body. He flipped his hair back and grabbed his cock with his other hand, timing his movements to work together, grinding down on the dildo then rocking up into his hand, until the feeling of his climax started to build in his stomach.

His breath was coming out in short gasps that matched the rocking of his body, and he was losing the last of his control. One final stroke was all it took to pull his orgasm from his body. His hand gripped harder around his cock when he felt it start, and he bit down hard on his lip to hold back a shout as the come landed on his stomach. All the pent-up anxiety and rage and frustration left his body with an intensity that was overwhelming. It was a release he hadn't been able to find anywhere else.

He slid his hand over his cock to milk the last few spurts against his chest before finally sprawling boneless back into the chair to catch his breath as a languid calm spread over him.

He looked up to see Loz spooned behind Yazoo with his hand resting lightly over his hip and both brothers smiling at him. Kadaj decided to stay in the chair a bit longer, sated and pleased with the outcome of his plan. It gave his brothers a moment alone as they snuggled together, and their words carried softly across the room.

"Loz, I'm sorry I knocked your motorcycle over."

Loz laughed against Yazoo's neck with a relaxed sigh. "It's okay."

And Kadaj smiled.

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