The Evil of Peeps... of How Loz Got Lucky!

This is my first piece with Loz in it. This came about because of an rp that I am in.

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The plan was perfect, and Loz would never even suspect a thing. He’d wrapped it up all nice and pretty, and left the gift on his younger brother’s bed. It had been a long time since he had done anything towards his brother, so it was safe to suspect that Loz had his guard down. That would be his undoing.

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He came in all happy, though needing to change. Having spent the afternoon playing “find the Icarus” with in through out the whole sector. Damn that boy could fit into some of the smallest places. He was covered in filth, desperately needing a shower, and idly wondered how come Icarus never appeared to be dirty. He slipped into the bathroom, not even noticing the gift on his bed.

Half an hour later, when he had finally scrubbed all the muck clean from his body, not even sure how most of it got there, he emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist. He sat down on his bed with a lazy plop, and something moved next to him. His attention snapped to the object, he was surprised to see somebody had left him a gift.
Squealing with glee, he scooped it up, then quickly looked around to make sure nobody saw that moment of girlie noises. Seeing nobody around, his attention is once again on the gift. He looks for the tag, and finds that it’s from Yazuu. Now, the little voice in the back of his mind is trying to scream that this has to be some sort of trick, but it was quickly drowned out by the voice who was more interested in seeing what was inside.

He makes short work of the paper, pulling the top of the box off. Ripping out the tissue paper he stops dead, his face paling, then the most horrid blood curdling scream finds it’s way out of his mouth. Instant reaction is to throw the box away, and hide in a corner. Stupid evil Yazuu... he’s so mean.

The only person present to hear the scream was Yazuu, and he smiled wickedly, before deciding to go off and find Damon. It always was a turn on to make his brother cry, plus he needed to pay Damon back for teasing him so badly, then just taking off earlier today.

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Icarus came into the bar not long after Loz had. He’d managed to get distracted on the way home, finding something shiny in one of the junk piles. After careful inspection, it turned out only to be a piece of somebody’s old toaster, and was of no use to him. He stopped in the kitchen to grab himself a glass of pineapple juice, then headed down the hallway to the room that he used.

He didn’t expect anybody else to be home, and so it startled him to hear somebody sobbing as he walked down the hallway. Following the sound he realized it was coming from Loz’s room. Yazuu must have been mean to him again. This thought caused a frown to dance across Icarus’ lips. He didn’t understand why Yazuu could be so mean to Loz at times.

Knocking on the door, he looked into the open room. “Loz?” he asked, as he blinked. His friend and play mate was curled up in a corner, wearing nothing but a towel, and crying as though something had scared the living daylights out of him. He went to step into the room, only to nearly trip over a box. Looking down at his feet, he saw the unwrapped gift box, with a package of peeps inside.

Now there was one thing that Icarus had a weakness for, and that was purple peeps. Of all the peeps on the world, he only liked the purple ones. Fortunately for him, that was the kind that were in the box. Distracted for a moment by the marshmallow goodness, he just had to snag himself one. His mind finally clicking, to let him remember that somebody was afraid of peeps. It took another couple seconds for him to clue in that it was Loz.

He frowns at the box, then kicks it out into the hallway, casting a small Fire on it, then Blizzard, so that it wouldn’t burn the bar down. Tifa would be pissy at him if he did that. He then moved to crouch next to his friend. “Hey, it’s alright now.” Said as he puts his arms around the crying clone. “I toasted those peeps into nothing. They’re gone now.”

Loz sniffled, then leaned into Icarus’ embrace. “Why does he have to be so mean?” Glad that at least the peeps were gone.

Icarus shrugs, “I don’t know for sure, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s just not right.” Said in that little matter-of-factly tone he gets that is so damned cute.

He looked up at Icarus with his green eyes and nodded, “Yeah. I really don’t like him when he’s mean like that.” He’s rather cute when he pouts. Then he mumbles softer, “I’m glad it was you who found me like this.” He would have been so mortified if any of the others found him scared witless over a box of peeps.

The blond one smiled and nods. “It’s alright, and I promise not to tell the others.” Then he leaned close to whisper with a giggle. “I’ll also find a way to get back at Yazuu for you.” With that look in his eyes, and the giggles, Yazuu was so in for a heap of trouble.

“You’ll have to let me know what you do,” Loz smiled faintly, as Icarus wiped the errant tears away. “I’d love to see his reaction.”

I’ll make sure to video tape it, so you can watch it over and over.” Chuckling softly, then turned Loz’s face to look directly at him. “You okay now?”

Loz nodded, “Yeah. But it looks like you’ve got something on your lips.” Curious what the purple sparkly things were.

I do?” blinking as he thinks. A giggle escapes his lips as he remembers. “It’s colored sugar. You should try some.” Smiling away at Loz, as he usually does.

A look passes through Loz’ eyes when Icarus suggests that. “I think I will,” murmured softly as he leans closer into the younger boy. Icarus’ eyes go wide as Loz licks his lips slowly, tasting the sweet sugar, then finally tasting the salty flesh of lips. Lips that he has been dreaming of for some time now, though never thought of doing anything about such fantasies.

Icarus didn’t know what to do at first, feeling Loz’s tongue slide over his lips. Perhaps that was all he was going to do. Oddly, it wasn’t, finding out he was wrong when Loz pressed their lips together for a soft kiss. Two heartbeats passed where he did nothing, then on the third, he started kissing back. His acceptance of the kiss only encouraged Loz to do more. Pushing the younger down to the floor, he deepened the kiss. Swiftly grabbing hold of Icarus’s wrists, he pulled them above his head, pinning them to the floor as well.

Icarus was the first to pull back for need of oxygen, gasping in the cool air, as his cheeks flushed with heated color. Looking up into Loz’s eyes, he saw the predatory hunger there, threatening to consume him and promising it would be fun. A soft moan left his lips as Loz leaned down to tease along his neck, nibbling and nipping the sensitive areas. Choosing the most obvious spot on the tender neck, he bit down hard and sucked on the sweet flesh, determined to leave his mark there. By the time he was finished with Icarus, the young boy would be covered in his marks, though not all would be seen.

A pause was given from the lips tormenting flesh, as Loz took Icarus’ hands in one hand, so that he could pull up the offending shirt. Once over the young blonde’s head, he wrapped it around wrists and hands, to keep his soon to be lover bound. He whimpered as his flesh was exposed for the older man, the markings of his body revealed to be seen. He
never could quite remember when or how he received them, whether they were natural, or something that Hojo had created. Either way, it was something he liked. They were unique to him, and even his twin didn’t have quite the same amount of markings. He writhed beneath Loz, who was taking his time in tracing out the lines of the markings with his tongue, as though trying to memorize them. With a possessive growl, he latched onto one of the tantalizing nipples, flicking his tongue over until it formed a rigid pebble. Biting it gently to tug on it, before licking his tongue over to the other one, and applying similar care.

The young one was such a terrible trembling mess, his body wound tightly with desire and need. This was already so much better then that time with Iros, mostly because he actually found himself wanting it this time. He lifted his hips as Loz removed his pants and thong all in one go, and couldn’t help but be amused by the questioning look the older man gave him. He moistening his lips with the tip of his tongue, and purred in a soft lusty voice. “Just because I’m a guy, doesn’t mean I have to suffer with panty lines.”

Loz chuckled, and cast the clothing aside, entranced by the newly exposed flesh. Icarus looked so good, that he was tempted to devour him whole. He was too aroused to take the time to be gentle, but he also didn’t want to take Icarus before he was prepared. He
remembered Icarus mentioning something about how Iros had treated him his first time out, and he didn’t want this young thing beneath him to associate the two of them in that sort of way.

“Stay,” he commanded Icarus, and the boy just nodded, giving a soft whimper as Loz moved away from him. Desire and need practically pouring off his body, and filling the air as he watched Loz locate some lotion to use as lubrication. Coming back to settle between Icarus’ spread legs, he opened the bottle. A fair amount squeezed onto a hand, looking up at his tender prize, he slides fingertips along the inside of creamy colored thighs. He traces a slicked finger along the crevice, carefully prying the smooth skinned cheeks apart to reveal the puckered opening that was waiting for him.

All it took was a small sound of approval from Icarus to urge him on, nearly instantly pushing a finger inside the tight heat. For a second, the younger one tensed up, images flooding his senses of when Iros had claimed him, and he fought to escape that feeling. Loz saw this and instantly halted his finger, slipping up the young body to whisper softly
in his ear. Letting him know that it was alright, that he was in good hands, and would not intentionally hurt him. The soothing words, plus wonderfully passion filled kiss managed to calm Icarus down, allowing him to relax to Loz’s preparation of him.

What was originally going to be a quick preparation, turning into a long one. Making sure that his treasure was more then ready for him. A little more lotion to slick his own aching need, reveling in the sounds Icarus made while he watched, begging softly for Loz to take him. The sweet sounds of those pleas sending shivers through his body, and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Wrapping the youth’s legs around his waist, the tip of his cock positioned against the tight opening. He made Icarus look into his eyes, then he slowly started pushing into him. Going at a painfully slow pace to make sure that Icarus adjusted to him as he was entering, so that this first thrust could be one smooth move, no matter
how slow it went.

Once he was fully sheathed in that delicious heat he held still a moment, the sensations nearly overwhelming him as Icarus cried out in sheer delight. A possessive grin came to his lips as he imagined that Iros had never managed to compel this sweet thing to be so wanton and open for him. Icarus panted as his new lover gave him a moment to catch his breath, opening his eyes once again to look into the glowing green ones above him. Within those golden yellow eyes, Loz saw something he’d never seen before. Something that almost took his breath away. Within those eyes, it seemed as though flames were dancing, hinting of something feral and powerful, something that laid in wait to be released when the right key was found.

He couldn’t wait anymore, withdrawing nearly all the way, before thrusting himself back in. He kept the pace slow to begin with, though each thrust was harder and harder. Icarus’s voice crying out through the room, echoing into the empty halls of the closed bar, as a fine sheen of sweat covered his body. He did his best to grind his hips up towards Loz’s, trying to keep pace with his new lover. As he pounded aggressively into the soft tight flesh below him, he leaned down to bite and nip along Icarus’ neck, leaving more marks as proof of his possession of the young half phoenixling. Sensing the impending completion of his lover, Loz held nothing back anymore, determined to blow his young love’s mind. Not to mention cause him to walk funny for the next couple of days.

Icarus was sure that he was going to loose his mind, if not his soul to this unholy, yet divine creature, and he didn’t care one bit. He was just barely becoming use to the more demanding pace, when Loz wrapped a hand around him, and pumped his quivering length in time with the thrusts. It only took a few more time before Icarus lost it. Screaming his lover’s name as he coated their bellies, writhing in completion.

Held in awe of his young lover’s release, he leaned down over him, still maintaining the brutal pace. With the feel of clenching muscles around him, signifying Icarus’ climax, he soon followed. A deep groan escaped his lips second before he bit down between two of the shoulder markings, leaving a mark of his own that would last for weeks. He pumped his seed deep within the willing body, his own shuddering as he spent himself completely. The intensity of it all overwhelming as he carefully collapsed against his new lover.

Held in the position for what seemed like hours, only moments had passed before Loz moved. Sliding carefully out of Icarus’ body, he freed his hands from the restraint of the shirt. “Oh, Icarus, love. That was....”

“Amazing?” the younger offered, smiling up at him. Loz couldn’t help himself, and captured those sweet lips for a kiss. Though it may not hold the driving need as it had before, it was filled with the passionate longing it always had.

After carefully scooping Icarus into his arms, he placed his tired lover into his bed. A cloth fetched to clean them up, then he slipped into bed as well, curling around Icarus almost kitten like.

“You are mine now, Icarus,” he murmured, already drifting off to sleep. “Only mine, my sweet love.”

“Only yours,” Icarus murmured as Loz was engulfed by Mobious’ sweet lament.

This morning, things had seemed to simple to him, so clear. But now, he wasn’t so sure. He watched Loz in blissful slumber for a few moments, before surrendering over to it as well. So much on his mind about the choice he had to make, and with this one act from Loz, one of those choices had been stripped. He could no longer ignore the call of the
Phoenix.