Understanding (3)
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jaded_grinTitle: Understanding
Rating: M for yaoi and incest
Description: Yazoo discovers what his brother, Loz, has been talking about, and he deals with Kadaj's jealousy
Disclaimer: I don't own shite, if you want to sue me, sue for my SIMS games--they're the only things I have that are worth anything
This may be disturbing for some--if you don't like violence and if incest tweaks you, move along, please.
Chapter 3
Yazoo swiped his bent wrist across his forehead, not used to sweating. The girl lay against his side, her eyes tranquil and her skin glowing with a rosy blush. Her plump little hand was curled over his forearm, gently tugging him to lie back down.
He glanced down at her and she caught her breath, leaning up on one elbow to cup his angled cheek, whispering for the thousandth time, “You’re so beautiful!”
He let her kiss him, feeling a sluggish response—he’d already spent hours in her bed, spending himself utterly in her accommodating body. This…sex was pleasurable and shockingly pleasant, something Yazoo knew would be easy to lose oneself in.
The sluggish response flared to full strength when she pressed against him, tongue twining into his mouth.
Yazoo felt the fine hairs on his nape lift a split second before he sensed a furious bundle of energy hurtling towards him.
The door burst open, busted off of its hinges and hanging brokenly to one side.
The girl shrieked and scrambled from her bed, dragging the sheets with her and hiding in the corner.
Yazoo caught a look at his little brother—head down, eyes up, mouth open in a snarl and arms flung wide—and had a heartbeat to regret not having closed the connection between them through his little discovery before he was punched in the face and flung back against the wall.
He shook his head, seeing stars, and moved out of the bed as the baby rounded on the girl.
“You!” he hissed, stalking her like a cat, his little fingers clenching into fists. “You!”
Blue flame sprang up on his taut, slender arms, building with the baby’s temper.
“Kadaj,” Yazoo said, gripping the boy’s arm only to be furiously shaken off.
“I’ll kill you!”
“Kadaj!” he sharply said, and moved between the baby and his terrified lover.
“Get out of the way!” Kadaj snarled.
Yazoo shook his head, refusing to move.
The baby screamed in frustration and slapped him hard, bloodying his nose and lips.
Yazoo gazed tranquilly down into the baby’s eyes and softly said, “No.”
The baby made his unique little “tsk,” teeth clenched, body singing with tension, one visible eye moiling with fury and pain.
“Kill her!” he ground out, the blue flames dying down.
“I will not,” Yazoo calmly answered.
The baby screamed again, spitting and hissing like a cat, drumming his hard fists on Yazoo’s chest. He was flushed and furious, his confusion fueling his anger. He suddenly flung himself on his older brother, slim arms twining around the taller man’s neck and slender body arching up in innocent, instinctive offering. His soft little mouth crushed up against Yazoo’s in a wet, desperate kiss, tongue curling to lap the blood from his mouth.
Patiently, Yazoo cupped the delicate shell of his skull, gently kissing Kadaj back, his free hand stroking down the smaller boy’s side. Kadaj pressed more insistently against him before breaking their kiss.
“Don’t leave me alone,” he whispered, pleading, stark appeal on his fine features.
“I would never,” Yazoo murmured, rubbing the baby’s fragile skull so that his feline eyes closed briefly, fluttering with sudden lethargy. Those vivid jade eyes popped back open, now wide, and he begged, “Please kill her!”
Again, Yazoo shook his head, refusing to bend to his little tyrant.
The baby screamed once more in rage, tearing away, trembling with fury.
“What has she done to you?” he demanded, panting through his bared teeth, hands fisted at his sides.
Loz found them, then, agitated by the pulsing discord in their connection. His frosty jade eyes took in the room with one knowing sweep and, understanding at once, he moved up behind the baby, lowly saying, “Kadaj, come away…”
The boy half turned, the movement tight with tension, and pinned his older brother with blazing eyes.
“You as well?” he asked, incredulous, causing Loz to blush and shift from foot to foot. He threw back his head and howled in fury. Pointing a finger that swept from brother to brother he snarled, “You’re keeping secrets! Well, I have secrets, too! Mother speaks to me! Me! Not to you!”
“Kadaj,” Loz said, trying to placate the enraged child, but only managing to draw the boy’s attention.
The baby flung himself at Loz, shoving his finger into the broad man’s chest and hissing, “You can’t know things that I don’t know!”
Yazoo sighed, a little annoyed by the continuous weeping from behind him.
“You can’t leave me!” Kadaj shouted, desperation tingeing his voice with hysteria.
Loz looked pained and softly rumbled, “You’re our brother, koishii—we’ll never leave you.”
“You can’t know things that I don’t know!” the baby wailed, beside himself with the unfairness of it. In a fit of temper he punched Loz in the chest hard enough to stagger the large man.
“Enough,” Yazoo calmly said, exchanging a look with the repentant Loz, who grabbed the baby in a bear hug from behind, secure only in the hope that Kadaj would not truly harm him.
The baby’s eyes were huge with confusion and betrayal, furious that the only people in the world he trusted were keeping secrets from him, living lives he had no idea existed. Hissing and spitting like a cat, he struggled against his older brother, but the fight had been drained from him by his temper. Such tantrums were frequent from their excitable, prickly brother, but short lived.
“Come on, koishii,” Loz said, dragging the baby towards the broken door. “Lets let Yazoo have his fun.”
This earned another outraged shriek from the baby, who spitefully snarled, “I hope she dies, brother! Dies screaming and writhing in her own guts!”
Yazoo flinched, not certain that the baby wouldn’t return later and carve the girl to pieces.
The snarls and venomous insults faded, leaving Yazoo alone with the snuffling, weeping girl.
“He’s just a baby,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. “He doesn’t understand…”
He looked down at her, huddled and horrified on the floor, her face red and stained with tears.
“He may harm you,” Yazoo softly said, moving fluidly to dress. “Be careful of him.”
He dressed in silence, lacing and buckling everything into place.
“Is he…is he mad?” she finally asked, stirring a little.
Yazoo shrugged, strapping Velvet Nightmare to his hip. “He’s my brother,” he told her, the answer to trump all questions. He glanced at her, wondering if he would remember her face in the days to come—Sephiroth’s sizeable libido stirring in his blood. Without another word, he moved gracefully out of the heated room and off into the night.
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