Brotherly Affection.

Kadaj had unceremoniously announced that he'd be out for the night. Is brothers, Loz and Yazoo, weren't particularly surprised. 

Kadaj was having more and more headaches, often complaining that the voices were getting louder. He needed to find some peace, he calmly explained one night, maybe a few days ago. 

And nothing brought greater peace to Kadaj than a bit of slaughter. After a long night of clubbing, of course. 

With that, he left. 

Loz and Yazoo were in the living room, the younger curled up on the couch, Loz in the chair next to it. A smirk formed on Yazoo's lip and he stood up, stretching himself, the movement catching Loz's eye. It wasn't so much the movement, but who was doing the moving--and what he was wearing. The tight black shirt rode up over his bellybutton when he stretched, topped off with frilly blue underwear that made Loz think of a cake. Loz didn't know why he thought of a cake--maybe it was the color? The style? The delicious person wearing them? 

Or--maybe it was the deliciousness inside them? 

Loz caught Yazoo's eye, the two openly staring at each other. Seduction filled Yazoo's eyes and he listlessly said "I'm gonna go to bed." He smirked deviously. 

Loz couldn't help the lusty growl that slipped out. Yazoo smirked, beckoning his older brother to follow him to the bedroom. 

They kissed deeply once before Yazoo got into bed, and Loz closed and locked the door. He followed suit, getting under the blankets of their shared bed. It was times like these they were both glad Kadaj wanted his own room, in case he should return earlier than expected. 

Loz broke the silence, smiling, "Yaz...you're so pretty. I mean, not in like a girl way but--you're prettier than any girl could be, and more beautiful than any man..."

"Oh Loz. Thank you," he smiled. 

"Especially now. Laying in bed like this. Just you and me..." he trailed off, lost in the moment. "You think Kadaj is alright?" 

"He's fine," Yazoo assured. 

"You sure?" 

"Yeah. I'd know if something was wrong. Just like you know when something's wrong with me," Yazoo looked at him, smiling before curling up closer. 

"You think he'd be okay with this? Y'know, us like this?" He held Yazoo closer. 

"Kadaj can do what he wants. He can't stop us from doing anything. My sweet Loz, you have nothing to fear; Kadaj isn't here right now. We can do as we please." Yazoo looked at him once more, "He may be our leader, and I'm certainly loyal to him, but you and I complete each other. Not to say we can live without Kadaj, but--our connection is deeper than Kadaj's to us. He has mother inside his head, competing with our attention. Of course he has to listen to her over us. As upsetting as it seems sometimes." 

"You know," Loz began softly, "I look at Kadaj and it makes me want to be the leader. I see how--how stressed he gets and he's so young, Yaz, he doesn't deserve this as his fate. I just want him to relax, just for a little while." 

"You have a heart full of love, Loz. I don't care how much bad we do. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise." Yazoo whispered, smiling. 

Loz smiled back, "I guess I do." He stroked Yazoo's hair gently, almost afraid to touch him too hard. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Yaz. No freaking clue." 

Yazoo kissed him gently, Loz kissing him back. He loved Yazoo more than anything in the cosmos. Loz would've been happy if the reunion never happened, so long as his beautiful Yazoo was with him forever. 

He had always been a romantic at heart, after all, despite his ability to kill someone mercilessly at the drop of a hat. To the core, Loz was a lover before anything else, even a fighter. And, to only Yazoo's knowledge, he was an excellent lover. 

Yazoo was honestly surprised their youngest hadn't caught on to them yet. Or, rather, that he acted like he didn't know. Kadaj wasn't stupid. Or blind. He couldn't miss the looks the duo gave each other, or the behind-closed-doors kisses, or...just the way they were around each other. However, Kadaj never said anything, and Yazoo sure as hell wasn't going to say anything. He inwardly worried that Kadaj felt left out, but his aura was never off. Ever. With the exception of the nights that came with panic; when Mother or Sephiroth called to him particularly harsh. Loz and Yazoo, together, would hold him through the night, ignoring the warm tears on their chests, because Kadaj was stubborn and that's the way he wanted it. Afterward, Kadaj would fall asleep and Loz would start crying, (out of sympathy) softly, of course, to not wake Kadaj up. 

Tonight, though, there was no worry of being too loud. There was no worry of bothering the youngest. It was about them, Loz and Yazoo, as they were supposed to be. 

The younger looked up at his muscular counterpart, not having to speak for Loz to understand. They each had their problems with spoken words--Loz was never a vocabulary freak, and Yazoo found it much easier to express his emotions through sight and connection alone. Yazoo barely had to speak to Loz. He found using speech for deception on humans was easiest for him. 

Except when it came to his brothers. He'd never, ever even think of lying to either of them, ever. 

He curled up to Loz's frame, receiving gentle kisses and a warm embrace. "I love you," the older whispered. 

"I know." Yazoo smiled. 

"I just like you to hear it," Loz said. 

"I love you too, Loz." 

They pulled their clothes off slowly, taking in each others' form completely. It was always like this. They never 'fucked' so to speak. Yazoo 'fucked' many people (including Kadaj, on several occasions) but no--this was different. Loz and Yazoo made love, passionately yet tenderly. In fact, Loz was the only one Yazoo ever let dominate over him. Loz was the only one who Yazoo allowed himself to be tender with; he was the only one Yazoo ever wanted to be tender with. Despite the fact that Yazoo was very well-versed in the bedroom, there was never any real feeling behind it. If Yazoo needed information, he'd shamelessly use any method necessary to get it, and of course, it was always more than effective. Yazoo knew people lusted over him, it was obvious with the looks they gave him. The looks never did anything for him, though. They didn't matter. 

When Loz looked at him with love or admiration or lust--that was enough to get the younger's heart skip a beat, his breathing quicken, even a slight blush. 

Yazoo ran his hands up and down Loz's rippling muscles, kissing him deeply. Not even Kadaj, as skilled as he was in bedroom affairs, could match this feeling. He felt callouses hands travel down his chest, his hips. He was trying not to writhe under Loz's hot touch, but he was being so gentle and teasing, it was hard not to. Loz was propped up on his elbow admiring his brother and the reaction he was drawing. Loz left gentle kisses across his chest, up his neck, smiling and tickling his ear. Yazoo smiled, holding onto him tightly, his fingers massaging through short, windswept hair, "Loz..." he whispered dreamily, "I love you." 

Loz smiled, looking his brother in the eyes, "I love you, too, Yaz." 

Loz shifted, holding Yazoo down in a gentle way--not too much force, but enough dominance to satisfy Yazoo's submissive side. He closed his eyes, receiving a sweet kiss, "Do you remember when we used to do it with the lights off?" 

"I hated that," Loz murmured, "I like watching us. Watching you. You're so beautiful in the throes of passion, Yazoo." 

Yazoo smiled, "You are too, Loz." 

Loz straddled Yazoo, leaning over to the nightstand and getting their favorite lubricant. He didn't plan on teasing Yazoo very hard tonight. Some nights, however, they pushed each other to the limit with tender caresses to all of those hyper-sensitive places. Sometimes the teasing itself was tender, but sometimes Yazoo liked a bit of kink. They experimented with handcuffs, ice and candlewax--all of which Yazoo described as sweet, sweet torture. Loz came at the sight of his brother bound to the bed, groaning and panting at the ice melting on his navel. 

Tonight wasn't about that, of course. It was just he and Yazoo's undying devotion to one another. 

He sat back up, looking Yazoo over and receiving a smile on those perfectly pouty lips. Yazoo touched the strong thighs on either side of him affectionately, working his way up to the firm stomach. Loz closed his eyes, feeling his brother's soft fingers trace the thin silver treasure trail below his bellybutton. He stroked the phallus that the trail led to, earning a quick moan from the older, "It's so big, Loz," Yazoo marveled, as he always did, "Sometimes I wonder how it all fits inside me." 

"Mmm, me too," Loz said, " you're always so--- tight"

Yazoo smiled, "You just twitched here." 

"Can't help myself." 

Loz picked up the lube, spreading a large amount on his fingers. He got off Yazoo, easing his legs open and pressing his finger to the entrance before pushing it in slowly. Yazoo moaned softly, arching his back and closing his eyes in pleasure. Loz leaned forward, stealing a gentle kiss and working his finger inside. He added another finger, stretching him out a bit and earning more moans around his lips. Eventually, he brushed against that special spot inside him, with a smirk, watching Yazoo's face contort in sheer ecstasy. He rubbed it a bit harder, louder moans pouring from Yazoo's lips, "I'm gonna come, Loz!" 

Instead of pulling his finger out like he normally would've, he continued massaging the sweet spot inside him, kissing and biting his neck. Yazoo moaned loudly, his body shaking with pleasure. Loz smiled, moving to a nipple, "Fuck," Yazoo gasped, "fuckfuckfuck. Loz! Oh my--oh, fuck!" 

Suddenly, Yazoo's body tremored and screams of Loz's name filled the room. Loz smiled, watching ribbons of white, hot ecstasy shoot across Yazoo's chest. The long haired man closed his eyes a second as Loz pulled his fingers out. Despite his release, Loz noticed the other man's length was still hard. Loz smiled, spreading a mixture of lubricant and Yazoo's cum across his cock. "Now, Loz. I want you now." 

Yazoo was insatiable. It came with being Sephiroth's allure, Loz imagined. Loz always felt a hint of pride when he had the younger incoherent and shaking in ecstasy, flaccid cock twitching with hyperstimulation. Yazoo once confided in him that he was the only person to ever truly satisfy him. Loz wasn't sure if that included Kadaj or not (the older man could be naïve at times, but he wasn't stupid) but he figured it was the highest compliment Yazoo could give to anyone. 

Loz rubbed Yazoo's tummy, "Ready, dear brother?" 

Yazoo nodded breathlessly. Loz smiled, thrusting his way in gently. "Feels so good," Yazoo mewled. 

"More?" Loz asked. 

"Yes. More. Please. More," Yazoo panted. 

"My pleasure..." Loz whispered. 

Yazoo panted hard as Loz began. He held onto the elder, stealing a few quick kisses, "Loz...Goddess, Loz!" 

"Mmm, my Yazoo." 

"Yours, yes. All yours," Yazoo moaned as Loz nipped at his throat, "More, Loz! Make me bleed!" 

Loz smirked, happily giving his brother the roughness he craved. Yazoo raked his fingernails down Loz's back, holding onto him tightly, "I love you, Loz! My Goddess, I love you!" 

"I love you too, Yaz," Loz moaned huskily. 

Yazoo closed his eyes, "That spot! Again! Aaah!" 

Loz smiled at his brother's pleasure, hitting the special spot a few times in a row. Yazoo was practically screaming until they released simultaneously. They looked at each other hazily, kissing briefly before Loz relinquished his dominance, pulling away from and curling up to the younger. Yazoo ran his fingers through Loz's now-soaking wet hair, trying to catch his breath. Yazoo smiled, "I always love the way it feels." 

"Me too, Yaz." 

"Kadaj should go out more often," Yazoo smirked, "I wonder if he'd want to join us?" 

Loz shook his head, "I hate keeping things from Kadaj, but I don't want to share you like this. It's different with us. It's like a treat to be alone with you like this. It wouldn't be the same with Kadaj, I think." 

"You're right," Yazoo smiled, "you're mine, Loz. All mine." 

Loz smiled, kissing him, before getting up and unlocking the door, and turning off the light, "We should get to sleep, Yaz. We got a busy day tomorrow." 

Yazoo nodded, and Loz got into bed next to him, holding him close ad drifting to sleep.