Interlude: Part Two

[jaded_grin]

Today is a special day, everyone! Today is notren_sol 's birthday!!!!

Hope you had a great one, boo boo! ;)



And, without further ado, Part Two!

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Players: Loz is played by notren_sol  and Yazoo is played by jaded_grin 
Characters: Loz on Yazoo, and I do mean on
Rating: R, or adult only, there is significant sexual content
Warnings: Yaoi, light bondage, a bit of language, lots of foreplay (the real sex is in the next part)
Summary: Yazoo is hot, Kadaj is away, and Loz thinks he might have a way to distract his brother from that terrible heat...

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                Loz's lip curled up in a sneering chuckle, those gorgeous cat-green eyes of his molten with the rampant degree of his rising lust.  That sight, Gaia, that sight... he wished like hell right then that he had opted for the camera phone.  Oh well, guess this was just a sight he would have to burn into his memory.
            "Baby..."  He growled out softly as he moved back in to hover over his bound and straining brother, taking in every inch of that flesh as he writhed about in such wanton, sensual abandon.  "...that's the best part, isn't it?"  A gloved hand rose, taking his own cock in hand as he straddled Yazoo's chest.  Lowering himself just enough to bat the swollen, dripping head of his rigid member against waiting lips, that sweet mouth that panted in anticipation, Loz grinned.  This... was going to be fun.
            He drew himself downward, painting stains of sticky-sweet pre-cum down the long length of his brother's slender neck, tracing collarbones and pausing as he slid down the muscles of silky smooth chest once he had reached perk, peaking nipples.  Loz played, dabbing the head of his cock over one rock-hard tip, drenching it in his own leaking arousal before shifting once more.  He lowered his head, bathing his tongue over that straining nipple, using that searing wet heat to lap it clean. 
            Teeth came next, latching around the hardened nub and lashing it mercilessly with his tongue.  Oh, but Loz could tease when he wanted to.  Grinning upward, he stretched that flesh out as far as he dared, watching Yazoo pant and wriggle before releasing the skin, letting it snap back down against his chest.
            "Havin' fun yet, brother...?"  Came that gravelly, seductive purr....

                Yazoo's eyes fell nearly closed, his breathing evening out into soft, deep heaves. He loved to watch Loz watching him, loved the way those green eyes burned for him, taking in the details of him as if nothing else existed. He made sure to present a pretty picture, laying fluidly against the root, exposed and bound but never truly beaten. He knew what Loz wanted, and Loz knew what he wanted – they worked for the same goal, but the battle always varied, and each one walked away thinking himself the victor...
            He watched that handsome, angular face sneer at him and swallowed hard when Loz moved over him. With a whimper, he saw Loz's gloved hand grip himself, and was nearly in a frenzy of rage to think that his brother might just jerk off atop him and leave him unfulfilled – but a split second later the sticky, swollen head teased his lips and worked lower, hitting all of his go-to spots until he writhed, wanting to touch it, wanting to taste it, to feel it. And finally, in a move that nearly rocketed Yazoo into climax – cock-ring or no – Loz bent his head and lapped at Yazoo's nipple, teasing it, biting, working it between sharp, clever teeth, tugging at it until the fine line between pleasure and pain blurred into one ecstatic, sharp sensation.
            He was gasping aloud but hardly realized it, stubbornly refusing to beg despite how much he wanted to. His brother's skilled tongue, mouth, and teeth made him wriggle and push, the bark biting into the sensitive skin of his back and ass. But no matter how much he moved, how loudly he cried out, nothing assuaged his painful need, and Yazoo refused to beg Loz to do so.

                Every writhe of that fluid, feline-like form beneath him only drove his lust higher still, Loz had to clench his teeth, powerful jaw flexing at the effort.  It was everything he could do not to spread those creamy thighs painfully wide and bury the ache of his straining, hungry cock in that tight little, clenching hole.  Oh, but he knew that was exactly what Yazoo wanted, and he was going to make him wait for it.  Nothing came easily between these two...
            As it was, he did slip down between those wantonly parted legs, gripping his erection once more and teasing its tip along the length of his brother' tightly bound cock.  The veins in that constricted organ pulsed, aching up from beneath pale flesh as they practically screamed for release.  A flick of his wrist and Loz slapped his cock against Yazoo's, letting the sting of hard flesh on flesh shock through them both.  He repressed his own groan, not yet willing to gift his brother with the full sounds of his need, but those eyes, piercing green eyes spoke for him.
            "C'mon, Yazoo... I know you can scream for me.... and you better."  The threat was ruthless yet subtle.  Who knows what Loz might do in the face of disobedience.  Those thoughts of him jerking that aching cock over Yazoo's body, painting him in hot, creamy seed and just walking away might happen if he did not get what he wanted.  "I wonder what Kadaj would say if he found you like this, that pretty little pole of yours just begging to cum...."
            A hand slipped beneath one thigh, tugging it up and lewdly spreading his brother's legs, gaze drifting down between tight cheeks to watch the way that suckling, puckered little entrance tightened beneath his gaze.  Gaia, Yazoo wanted this bad.
            Showing a brief and teasing mercy, Loz shifted closer, dragging the sticky-slick, swollen head of his thick cock over that hole.  It looked so, so small compared to the girth of his member, Yazoo would hurt... oh, he would hurt when he shoved it inside... if he shoved it inside.  The thought brought that leering grin to life across his lips and eyes rose to dangle that unspoken threat before his brother.
            "Tell me Yazoo... lemme hear it baby, just how much you want me..."  He dabbed himself over that tight pucker once more, hips rocking suggestively, hinting at the power in his body, how badly he wanted to sheath himself in one, ruthless thrust...  "Beg baby... beg... or I'll leave you like this."

                "Would you?" Yazoo questioned, arching up to his brother, writhing slowly to entice him. When the stick tip of Loz's cock touched his tight entrance, he clenched a little, rubbing against it, teasing the sensitive tip with his own body. His widespread legs tensed, helping with the fluid roll of his body as he softly worked Loz, his eyes heavily lidded and his mouth parted. "Would you really leave me here, Loz? Naked and bound for your mercy? Hot for you? Wanting you? Strung up for your pleasure and ready to please?"
            He kept his voice purring, throaty, sultry, just reminding Loz of what he would be walking away from.
            "Give me reason to beg, brother," he whispered, licking his lips, shifting harder against Loz's hard cock. "Touch me, tease me, make me tell you how badly I want you...make me bend to you, Loz."

            Wriggling there against the tree root like a whore, Yazoo voiced a long, low moan designed to inflame, and breathlessly gasped, "Make me have to beg!"

                Those savage, cat-green eyes gleamed in satisfaction as he gazed down in absolute, consuming desire at that writhingly beautiful picture before him.  Having not gone forgotten, that second, waiting belt suddenly appeared in Loz' free hand.
            "Baby..."  He growled softly as he lifted the leather strap, folding it over and snapping it once to emit a sharp, vicious crack of sound, a threat, an utter, certain promise.  "I was hoping you'd say that..."
            He moved like lightning, slipping that strap around the slender neck before him and feeding the belt back through itself, creating a rough, unforgiving noose that he could tighten to his heart's content.  Loz drew it tight, but not yet so constricting as to cut off his brother's air, though he did tug, drawing that perfect neck upward, straining the long line of his body between the bonds that held him to the root and the own press of his heated form against his nethers.
            "I can make you beg... that's not a problem... question is..." 
            Those eyes flashed viciously as he leaned in, licking a slick, wet trail from Yazoo's new collar, all the way up to his ear to ask...
            "Will you still be conscious when I take you?"

                It was maddening, arousing, amazing to be so handled. It made his blood boil to hear the snap of the belt, to have Loz so close yet so untouchable. Even when it snaked around his throat, he didn't tense.
            Loz was many things, but contrary to popular belief, he was not a moron. He wouldn't kill Yazoo. They were family, brothers, and they needed one another. But the danger in losing his air excited him, though not as much as simply being in Loz's power. It was heady to be so helpless, to know that deep down Loz understood him so well and knew what he needed.
            What both of them needed.
            "If I'm not, then you lose all your fun, don't you?" he whispered, gasping when the belt tightened, but his eyes stayed wide and sparkling. "Less talking, more doing, brother - or can you handle it?"

                He chuckled at that, the low, growling drawl of a laugh slipping free as he tugged that belt just a bit tighter, reminding his lovely little brother just who was boss right now.
            "You know I can..."  Loz purred as his free hand drifted downward, his leather clad palm skimming roughly over the tight, eager sacks beneath Yazoo's deliciously bound cock.  He ignored the organ altogether as those fingers plunged into the ring of clenching muscle that he so very soon planned to take.  The sheen of his brother's sweat was the only remote offering of lube as two digits tore inward, rough, unforgiving, hooking and curving leather tips against the smaller remnants prostate.
            He was rapidly losing his own resolve in this, the aching strain of his heavy erection pressing against the inside of one spread thigh as he ground himself there, slicking the pale flesh with strings and smears of generous pre-cum.  It was so hard, ah, so very difficult to resist once they had gotten to this point, where play collided with raw need and eventually... one had to win out.
            Jerking the strap tighter still around that glorious, slender neck, Loz reveled in the short gasps his efforts rewarded him with, his fingers curling, hook like into that twitching entrance as he lifted, like a handle to draw that perfect ass up off the root he was bound too.  Legs fell apart as he hung there, impaled on leathered fingers, trembling with the pain and perverse pleasure of it all.
            "Just one scream, Yazoo...ask me, beg me, one little word, baby.  'Please'... and you can have it all..."

                "Do I trust you that much?" Yazoo panted, wincing as those gloved fingers found his sweet-spot, bringing him a flare of pleasure  His bound cock throbbed painfully, nearly at the point of painfully swollen. Much longer, he knew, and then true damage would ensue, but Loz knew just how long to leave such things in place for maximum effectiveness.
            He cut his green eyes up to his brother and asked, "Do I beg you, Loz? Do I just open my mouth and say the magic word?"
            He laughed a little, softly, cruelly, and shook his head, purring, "Oh, no. Begging now will do me no good, will it? It will merely feed the fire in your belly, make you gloat about it."
            He smirked, shuddering, enjoying Loz's dominance, his grace, his ownership. His body was hitting a plateau of pleasure, a place where his nerve endings were aware of the slightest brush and even the pain in his bound cock was something just this side of ecstasy.
            "If I say it, Loz, you'll give me nothing more than I've already had," he said, his voice breathy, his fingers clenching restlessly on the leather of the belt, his throat working beneath the tightness of the hot, slick leather of his noose. "So, I don't think so."

                A low grunt of laughter fled his lips, something wicked flashing in those cat-like greens as he took defiant little sight beneath him.  Even bound like this, stretched out and facing more potential damage than any sane person might wish to face, he resisted.
            "That so..."  Loz drawled, his hand shifting a bit as he added a third, then a fourth leather clad finger into that clenching little hole.  He made no effort to compact the digits, rather, let them lay side by side, lewdly stretching his brother's entrance to no doubt painful proportions.  Working slowly, savoring the torment he worked those thick fingers, marveling at the push and pull into that heat, the way the skin caught and dragged against dry leather, no doubt causing exquisite waves of pleasure and pain to slip through Yazoo's form.
            "Maybe... I should show you what I have in mind... see what you think then, huh..?"
            The first knuckle of his thumb dipped into that agonized little anus, catching the ring of muscle and lifting, spreading him open between thumb and fingers.  No doubt his lovely little brother could feel the delicious whispers of air licking their way over the insides of those abused muscles as he was held, ass gaping deliciously.
            Loz groaned at the sight, truly it was something else, the way aching muscles sucked and pulled at his digits, trying desperately to work themselves closed once more.  He had to fight to resist the urge to dip down and plunge his tongue inside, to lave across straining flesh and lick the heady taste straight from the source...  But no...he had something else in mind.
            Hips shifted, the slick, weeping tip of his own pained arousal slipping its way along the inside of Yazoo's thigh before dabbing teasing into the opening still spread wide by fingers. 
            "How much can you really take, brother...?"  Loz growled lustily, aching at the way Yazoo's body clutched rapidly, so very hungry to seal around his erection and drag them both down into ecstasy. 
            He remained a moment more, slicking the pink little entrance thoroughly with his own pre-cum before dragging his cock away, leaving him cool and empty save for those spreading fingers.
            "One little word, baby... and you can have everything...."

                "Tease," Yazoo gasped, squirming against those fingers, his hips working, trying to get those spreading fingers to rub him, to ease his need. A sharp jerk of his hips very nearly got him a little friction, but Loz pulled back with a smirk, avoiding it. "You want this as badly as I do, if that cock of yours is any indication."
            He smiled, lashes fluttering, his body slumping against the root once more. He tipped his head back, trying to buy himself some room to breathe in the noose, his muscles complaining from being bound down. His cock was flushed darkly with blood, straining and oozing, aching. Yazoo knew that the second that strap was off of him, he would explode into mindless bliss, but he needed Loz for that. He needed Loz period.
            The cool air on his slick, stretched entrance only prickled at his senses, teasing his sensitive flesh, causing a pulse to go through him. He loved the look on Loz's face as he looked at the pink, wet muscle stretched taut over his gloved fingers.
            "Imagine it stretched over your cock," Yazoo moaned, licking his lips with a long, slow sweep of his tongue. "Imagine how much hotter I am on the inside, Loz, writhing on your pulsing cock, making those noises you love. All you have to do is bury it inside of me, brother, and I'm all yours..."

Those words, all those taunting, teasing, wasted little words; each one only made the leer of a grin grow wider still as purely evil intent shivered in the depths of his eyes. 
            "You talk too much, Yazoo... and now, I think I'll make you pay for that..."
            Those fingers, the four thick, wriggling digits buried deep in that hot, clenching hole flexed, stretching wider, moving quite oddly as Loz glanced down, his other hand joining it and working curiously at the glove he wore on that encased hand.
            A movement, a tug and those fingers were slowly, carefully slipping free of the gaping entrance that he left behind, the muscles easing and constricting back down to hug around... his glove... oh that wicked gloved....
            Loz gazed down at his work and grinned at the sight of his empty glove half buried in his brother's entrance, the tight, pink little pucker working hungrily around the rough material, nursing it like the cock he was positive Yazoo wished it was.
            "Mmm, if only I could get a picture of that."  He groaned aloud, taking one last, long leer at the makeshift plug before snatching at the strap around his brother's slender neck.
            "Now... it's time to shut you up..."  Loz mounted that perfect face then, aching length driving between lips and burying suffocatingly into that hot, suckling throat.  "Suck it good, baby, and maybe I'll take off the strap to let you cum while I pump your face full of my cream..."

                Yazoo writhed, feeling the knotted heat of the glove inside him, a tease but not a relief. Before he could even moan his complaint, Loz straddled his face and buried his fat cock in Yazoo's parted mouth.
            He struggled to adjust, practically choking as the musky flesh filled his mouth and throat, a soft growl deep in his chest the only indication that he was irritated by the ultimatum. When Loz drew back enough, he managed to gasp, "Don't insult me!"
            Another thrust and he sucked, swallowed, nursing the length with his tongue, with his whole throat. When Loz drew back again, he finished, "I'm always good!"
            He smacked his forehead into Loz's belly when the man surged deep again, silently telling him he needed more room to work his magic. When Loz drew back a bit, Yazoo had room to bob his head, tongue snaking down on the down-suck to brush Loz's heavy balls, lightly rasping his teeth up the swollen length as he drew back. Loz's swollen, turgid flesh oozed precum into his mouth, rich and heady, greedily devoured by his smaller, more feminine brother. He concentrated on the head, swirling his tongue around the straining tip, sucking hard on it to feel it pulse. He wanted to use his hands, but instead he just clenched and unclenched them on the chain, concentrating on alternating head with deep-throated sucks, purring all the while.
            He was so gone in it that he didn't even consider the pulsing pain of his groin, the steady clench of his ass around Loz's glove, working the leather to rub against him despite the knowledge that he couldn't cum around the binding. Whether Loz would allow him to cum or not was irrelevant at this point - should his brother deny him, Yazoo would finish himself off regardless of his brother's wishes. He would get his in the end, oh yes. And he knew how wild Loz got to see Yazoo masturbate, the almost frenzied possessiveness that accompanied any act of self-gratification on Yazoo's part. In that, at least, Loz was a jealous lover...

                "So very good, baby..."  He groaned out, a hand fisting in silvery hair, using that shimmering handle to drag Yazoo's mouth up and down his pole, aiding in every greedy suckle his brother's talented little cavern gave him.  But that was an understatement now, wasn't it?  Yazoo was far better than good, fucking amazing in everything he did.  Loz pumped harder, faster, holding his breath as he gave that pretty little face the fucking they both craved.
            He was rapidly nearing his own limit, and despite all his threats and suggestions, there really only was one thing he wanted most right now.  It was the one thing he had burned for from the moment Yazoo first teased him with those brief glimpses of flesh...
            Yanking himself from that needy, hungry little mouth with a lewd, quite audible pop, he reached down and tore the glove free of that clenching little pucker hole.  He could see the shock, the brief flash of pleasure and pain dance over Yazoo's features as that rough material was jerked so swiftly from those hungry little muscles.
            Loz moved, fast, starved for this, swollen, slick cock head deep red in color, flushed from the rush of blood and arousal as he dragged his brother's legs up.  He spread him, as wide as he would go, likely far enough to make hips ache before thrusting inward with eager hips, burying his arousal to the balls in that stretched and abused little hole.
            A muted roar of pleasure growled up from his throat as Yazoo took him, took every inch of him into that molten heat.  So damn, fucking, good!  He thrust, hard, eager, giving His brother a brief warning of the ride that was in store for him.
            "Come on, baby, scream for me, scream and I'll let your pretty cock go, Yazoo...."
            Gaia he wanted to see the ropes of cum that would spill from that delicious organ, watch it paint pale skin and....
            He grunted, shoving deeper still, wild, animal instinct driving him into a frenzied rut..

                Yazoo snatched  a quick, gasping breath when Loz slid out of his mouth, a trail of saliva mingling with precum slipping down his chin. He winced and gritted his teeth when the glove was wrenched out of him, leaving him open and empty. A scant second later the swollen, pulsing head of Loz's cock slid inside, stretching him in ways that even his clever fingers couldn't manage. Yazoo gasped softly and then moaned in helpless pleasure when Loz slammed deep, his balls slapping against Yazoo's wet ass, jarring him up the tree against the grip of his bonds, utterly impaled on that turgid, amazing length.
            The brutality of it made his head spin, had him panting wildly, his body clenching around something so much more solid and delicious than that leather glove. Hot and thick, Loz's cock filled him to the brink of being painful, but that too was pleasure, and Yazoo writhed on him, rocking as much as he was allowed, responding with fervor to the soft but powerful roar of pleasure his brother snarled. His body ached and thrummed with heat and he wanted nothing more than to burst with pleasure, to feel it rip up from the tips of his toes and come shooting out of him.
            Loz hit a rhythm - deep and forceful - and there was no way that Yazoo could hold it in.
            For better or for worse, he threw his head back against the root and screamed Loz's name to the uncaring, seared blue sky.

                Searing, lust-filled green eyes fluttered shut at the sound, oh that sound!!  Nothing in the world like hearing that sweet voice scream his name in such wanton ecstasy.  He thrust harder, feeling the way his cock pulsed inside his brother, dragging himself fully free of that flesh just so that he could drive past that tight ring of muscle once more, feeling it yield and part around him, sucking every hot, rigid inch deeper than should be allowed.
            "Perfect, baby, so good, nng!! So fuckin' good, Yazoo..."  He grunted, each word punctuated by deep, stabbing thrusts, as though he could truly impale his brother on that aching length. 
            He reached out, dancing rough, calloused fingers over the smaller remnant's bound cock, chuckling wickedly at the way the tormented organ twitched and trembled.  Gaia, it looked so damn painful, the way that sensitive flesh tried to weep and couldn't, every vein pulsing madly with need.  Loz grabbed that cock and jerked roughly, cruelly teasing Yazoo further still.
            "What'd you think, brother... should I let you go now....?  You gonna spill pretty for me if I do...?" 
            Loz angled his hips, jabbing with a near feral strength against his brother's tender prostate, tempting the orgasm that only he could allow.

                Yazoo shook with the force of Loz's brutal thrusts, his eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth parted on a constant, pleading whine. Through clenched teeth, he hissed, "I've already...done...what you asked!"
            He screamed again, shortly, loudly, when Loz roughly jerked on his swollen, restricted cock, the pleasure of it bordering on agony.
            Frustrated, seething, he opened his eyes and reared up to smash his lips against Loz's, snarling, "You do it, or I will!"
            His need to release had made him feral, all sharp teeth and snarls, no longer yielding and graceful. Loz pushed, Yazoo bent - but only to a point. He had obeyed, he expected his reward, it was simply how the game was played.
            "Break faith, brother?" he asked, and bit Loz's tongue, his lip, his chin. "Will you?"

                He grinned at that feral nature, loving how he could push his brother to that point, that breaking point where give became take and he knew that lithe, delicious body would make him pay dearly.  Loz gave in to their kisses, pressing into the heat and sweetness before dragging away to growl against Yazoo's ear.
            "Never baby...."
            A deft flick of his thumb caused the thin leather binding around his brother's abused and throbbing cock to snap free and his hand slid around that flesh, exercising that rare gentle streak he possessed as he worked the aching length, all pleasure now, that edge of pain stolen away.
            "Come with me, brother... let's taste reward together..."
            He breathed against the delicate curve of that pale ear, his hand falling away from the straps that bound his brother as he dragged Yazoo into his lap, wrapping long legs around his waist and thrusting deeper still.
            They pursued it as one, that release that would rock mind and body, reducing them to quivering, pleasured flesh in each other's arms...

                Nearly sobbing in ecstasy, Yazoo's body arched to meet Loz's, his cries loud and hoarse as his brother gave him a gently, soothing stroke that nearly brought his screaming nerves to erupting fruition. His breath caught on a choked gasp when Loz hefted him up high into his lap, drawing Yazoo's limbs around him.
            He clung to Loz's broad, slick body, sweat and tears running in streaks down his face, his kisses frantic and needy. He twined around Loz as if he could somehow become a part of him, his body bucking, and his senses ablaze. Loz's huge, hot cock pounded his sweet-spot, filling him, satisfying his need to be taken. He rocked and writhed, his legs tight over Loz's narrow hips, his arms hooked at the back of his brother's meaty neck, his lips fastened to Loz's own as he mewled and snarled and cried, utterly undone.
            Just the rub of his sensitive, overly-stimulated cock against the silky-smooth skin of Loz's hard, rippled belly was all he needed. Grasping at Loz like something was going to rip him away, Yazoo flung his head back and howled, his slender body jerking violently as he started to spasm, his tight muscles clenching down around Loz's heavy sex as the pleasure overwhelmed them both.
            Screaming his amazing orgasm at the top of his lungs, Yazoo surged roughly against Loz's cradling chest and belly and flooded the man's hard abs with an offering of scalding, thick, white cum.

            Beautiful....!  That one word echoed through Loz' mind as Yazoo broke for him, every cell in that flawless, slender body screaming for him as that release rocked them both to the core.  He had to bury his own cry in his brother's mouth, fighting against the pleasure that threatened to overtake him as those spasming muscles clenched, undulating wildly around his buried cock.  It took all his strength, every ounce of resolve not fill his succulent brother with his seed right then and there. 
            He needed to wait, wanted it, to stay clear headed long enough to watch Yazoo in the throes of that deepest ecstasy that only He could create.  For all his torment, the teasing and true pain he could offer, nothing was more fulfilling than this one moment.  As hazy green-fire eyes met with his own, Loz grinned at that expression, knowing well the satisfaction that now swam through his brother's veins.
            Crushing his mouth to Yazoo's, he took... everything!  The strength and speed of his thrusts increased, ravaging his own pleasure from his brother's beautiful spent flesh.  So tightly wrapped around the straining ache of that rigid pole, he only lasted a handful of those deep impalements before ....
            ... everything stopped.  Heart, breath, time itself as Loz shattered for his gorgeous brother.  Seed spilled, each spurt violent and thick, molten cream that slicked every inch of those abused depths, painting him, claiming him as his own as he had done again and again and would never cease to do.
            His cry was a low, guttural near roar of pleasure that seemed to border on agony, the intensity of it bursting stars behind his eyes, before darkness threatened to claim his vision all together.
            Collapsing forward, the pair tumbled to the ground together, a slick, sweat and cum-stained mass of warm, sated flesh, trembling, aching muscles and deep, desperate breaths.
            Hot… damn!! That had been good....  The thought flickered through his mind a split second before he claimed Yazoo's mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue plunging along his brother's before he softened, ending that press of lips in something darkly possessive yet infinitely tender.
            Cat-like eyes slid open and he gazed into his brother's face, a lazy, satisfied smirk drifting across his features as he questioned softly.
            "Feel better, Yazoo...?"

            Yazoo smiled languidly and purred, “You have no idea.”

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Comments

[nivell.livejournal.com]

Gosh this was sooo yummy. Amongst all the AC yaoi pairings out there, Loz/Yazoo has got to be my most favorite one. And I love reading some kinky, incestual sexxings!

[notren-sol.livejournal.com]

*Grins* Glad you like. This was actually my first time playing Loz. >.>

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

AW Thank you!!!! *snuggles tight* Loz and Rude are two who just don't get enough love! I'm really happy we could help fill that void *cough, cough*

And giving my favorite Nivell ever some kinky brocest is my pleasure!!!!

[tenxxxryuko.livejournal.com]

*speechless* I make spelling mistakes, not on purpose.........Just....Ugh...! *moans* Fuck!! If I need new panties you two are just fucking reimbursing!! *goes frreeze thyself in iceburg and whimpers*

Will proabably write longer review when cooler. And that won't be for LOOOOOONG, LoOKOOong time!! *freezes thyself*

[notren-sol.livejournal.com]

*Cackles* Glad you enjoyed it!

*Sends compensation.*

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

*Gives you panty-money* Sorry about that, except not really :D I'm really happy that you liked it, we had a ball writing it! Maybe you should add a Loz to your muses? :D Thanks again!

[alexjblackford.livejournal.com]

First let me say thank you for updating so quickly.

Oh my fricken gosh! Now that was some damn hawt rem sex. *panting*

You two are amazing together. I absolutely LOVED this story.

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Hey, you're welcome! It was just a shorty, so it was easy to edit and get ready :D I'm really glad you enjoyed it, we had a load of fun writing it, that is for sure! Notren's Loz is DA BOMB!

Thanks again!

[lady-hedge.livejournal.com]

Fffffffffff----

Win. Win!


I enjoyed immensely. My chair is ruined.

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

AW! Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it :D We had a lot of fun with it, so YAY!

[lady-hedge.livejournal.com]

Always and forever. Every single thing you produce.. I swear.. I need a cigarette after reading. You know what? Upgrade. Cigar tiem. *puff* Thank you. ;D Always be looking forward to more~

O M F G!!!

[belatrix-labe.livejournal.com]

this is marvellous... you two together are perfect...
Yazoo is gorgeous and teaser and Loz, despite his strength, sexy and dominance is intense and so passionate...
Hugs and kisses dears...

Re: O M F G!!!

[notren-sol.livejournal.com]

Thank you much! Glad you like it :P

Re: O M F G!!!

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Bela! We're really happy you enjoyed it! It was a first for me, writing Yazoo paired with Loz, but I know now why so many people are addicted to it *fans self* :D Hugs and kisses back to you, honey! *snugs you*

[natila.livejournal.com]

it was... Divine !!! :D I read it a few days ago and never found the time to review. Pure, unadultered Lozoo smut at its best !
THANK YOU ! Going righ in my LJ memories ;)

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Hey, thank you so much! Glad you liked it so well! And putting it in your memories?! AWESOME! Thank you!

[tenxxxryuko.livejournal.com]

HI! I'm back just for a little bit, and so I'm typing up all these stuff in my spare time! And now that I'm semi-coherent, though you, zilldk, and notren_sol are melting my poor brain with all the wonderful smut, these things just absolutely make my day! ^^, I can write a longer review! *does small happy dance*

The characterization, the perverse and yummy conversation, and the chemistry in this was absolutely di~ivine! The pairing was one I didn't much thought to, though they are cute together :), but I enjoyed it so much I'm trying to see if I can persuade Sephy-pants and Aerith to see if Loz and Kadaj are willing to be my muses. Yazoo has already agreed to become my muse-y.

Loz: *reads through Interlude* I'll become your muse if you write something like this with Yazoo AND Kadaj in it.

Kadaj: *sputters and growls at smirking Loz* Shut up!

*rolls eyes* Kadaj, sweetie, just stop with the denial.

Yazoo: I liked this, it was good masturbation material.

Loz, Kadaj, and me:....Wha?

Yazoo: I absolutely loved how you made Loz fuck without lube. The glove was a wonderful touch. The noose-bondage made me shiver. *smiles pleasently*

Loz and Kadaj: ....*drags Yazoo away to bedroom quickly*

Um, well, he took the words right out of my mouth. Because I absolutely LOVED the glove part!! And the noose-bondage! I was just salivating....*drools*

Bye now you two! Hope you two make something this delicious again! I have some Turks and a certain, Blonde, Planet Savior to write about. *walks away while snickering as I hear moans from the bedroom clones rushed into*

[notren-sol.livejournal.com]

The glove part was my favorite. I had to up the ante in a rather impromptu manner... must make use of all available tools. ;)

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

LOL! As always, I am in awe of your chorus! They are delightful and funny! I'm so glad that you enjoyed Interlude, and thank you so much for all of the wonderful compliments :D You really are an amazing reviewer! And the bulk of the credit goes to Notre, lol, who came up with the glove and the bondage! *noms Notren*

[garinarayne.livejournal.com]

And the icon comes into play again...

Lovely to come back from holiday to more fantastic smut. Loved the characterisations, and the smexing. I hope you two plan to write more of this pairing.

*runs off to read the next Hard Time*

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

God, I adore that icon! Hehe! We're glad you liked it! If I could manage to get online, I'd actually get to talk to Notren and maybe work something up ;)