Understanding Chapter 2
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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.
He didn’t concern himself too much with his safety, not feeling as if the slight woman before him was a threat. Besides, after having lived through what he and his brothers had, Yazoo was extremely confident in his ability to survive. Even when he wasn’t watching, the other was, that sliver of Sephiroth which had lodged in him one night when the Mother’s anguished screaming had sent the three of them into fits.
“Here,” the woman whispered, tugging him up a flight of dark stairs onto an equally dim landing and through a narrow but sturdy door. There was little in the room except for a bed and a vanity.
She closed the door behind him and shyly stood waiting.
Yazoo felt himself getting bored again. This was altogether too much work for something he was only mildly curious about. He made a movement for the door but she stopped him with a small, pained cry, clinging to his arm.
“Don’t go!” she said, a note of desperation in her high voice. “Please, I…I’ll do anything you want!”
Yazoo’s eyebrows rose as he scornfully wondered what possible use any of these weak, soft creatures could be.
“Please,” she whispered, and pressed herself against him in a way that was entirely distracting. “Don’t go.”
Her hand settled on his hip—perilously close to the Velvet Nightmare so that Yazoo shoved it higher out of reflex. Her other hand moved with swift intent beneath the heavy curtain of his hair to cup his angled cheek. Her touch was cool and not unpleasant, nor was her mouth unpleasant when she pressed it wetly to his own. This he knew—kisses were given by the Handlers at times, usually by the female ones who had looked at them with pitying, cold eyes. Kisses on sweaty little foreheads, kisses on bloodied cheeks, kisses given constantly to the baby when his sharp little mind grasped that it was a form of the love he craved so desperately.
But this kiss was different. Her mouth worshipped his, her tongue dancing between his lips until he relaxed against her, hands falling naturally to the curve of her hips.
Deep inside him the other stirred and memories that were not his own began unfurling in his mind. Lovers, and the word was known in all its possible meanings—men, women, even the child Cloud. Seduction so easy, a means to an end with pleasure the only cost. Faces flickered through his memory—beautiful women, equally beautiful men, and the young boy Cloud whose innocent adoration had been his undoing. He remembered every touch, every kiss, every blissful echo of sensation. He remembered now—in his soul he was no more a virgin than Sephiroth…
He understood it now, what was pulling Loz time and again into the arms of any woman who would have him. Loz had been infested with the sensitive, playful shards of Sephiroth’s soul so his memories must be pleasant and enjoyable ones. Yazoo had been struck with Sephiroth’s introspective side, reserved and cold until the armor was pierced, and then it was the older man’s lazy sensuality that Yazoo embodied.
The woman moaned a little and pulled back, confused.
“I thought you hadn’t…” she trailed off, confused by the sudden shift in him.
Yazoo could see himself reflected in her eyes, his own glowing green, his face so calm and delicately sculpted. He understood this power now, understood how Sephiroth had used it so easily—beauty had its rewards, after all. And once he put his mind to making them want him, he could have anyone promising they would do anything if only he would stay awhile…
Yazoo kissed her, wrapping his hand around the column of her throat to draw her close. She was utterly complaisant, growing hot in his embrace, her little hands clutching at him fiercely. He tugged at her blouse, letting her breasts swell over the lip of the fabric, sensitive fingers teasing over her tight little nipples. Her little moans pleased him and he lifted her, moving to dump her onto the bed.
She landed in a stunned jumble of skirts, but her shocked look gave way to giggles when she saw Yazoo coming towards her, unbuckling his shoulder guards on his way.
“What’s funny?” he asked, letting them drop before unfastening the Velvet Nightmare’s holster, laying it within easy reach.
“Nothing!” she gasped, cheeks flushed with joy. “I just…you’re so beautiful!”
He shed his leather coat, unzipping the priestly garment and laying it reverently aside. Her cool little hands smoothed over his belly when he neared her, her eyes wide and eager to please. He sighed a little when she teased her palm over his groin, tracing the outline of his hard sex through the leather.
“Oh…” she breathed, and her look was hungry, ravenous.
Yazoo tugged her hair a little and she started, unlacing his pants with a speed born of desperation. She shoved them down only far enough to free him and immediately wrapped him in the warm, wet embrace of her mouth.
He stifled a little moan, eyes sweeping closed as she sucked him. It felt amazingly good, so good that he trembled and his hands fisted in her hair, urging her to let him deeper, to suck harder. Behind his eyes he got a sudden flash of memory—huge blue eyes in a china-doll’s face so smooth and perfect it could only belong to an angel. And a perfect pair of rosebud lips parting, wet little tongue snaking out in uncertainty that was as charming as it was arousing. ‘Like this?’ that soft, husky voice asked, so recently through the cracking of childhood. The hiss of breath as that soft mouth hesitantly enveloped him, and Sephiroth’s rumbling voice gently encouraging, ‘Yes, like this, Cloud…’
Yazoo’s body clenched, startled by the memory that played over his nerve endings, tightening his balls even as the girl gently teased them in her palm. He shuddered, holding her head tightly to him so that she gagged reflexively, struggling to breathe but maintaining a delicious, steady suction.
He moaned, releasing her head and pulling suddenly from her mouth, shivering to see the silvery trail of saliva and precum trail from her lips down her chin. She looked startled, obviously expecting him to cum in her mouth. She wiped her chin absently, then quickly shed her clothing.
Steadying himself, Yazoo pulled off his boots and wriggled out of his pants, dropping them indifferently on the floor. She reached around from his back and palmed him, her little hand pumping expertly while the other raked nails down his chest, catching his nipple and making him hiss in pain. And that, too, was something Sephiroth’s memories provided him—such a thin line between pleasure and pain, and their dark origin had perfected the art of sadism, though he accepted his own pain as payment.
Yazoo turned and pinned her to the bed, feeling her delighted giggles echo up through his body. He kissed her hard, bloodying her lips on her teeth, swiftly moving his mouth down to tease her nipples. Her back arched hard, her wrists trapped in his hand, the slow writhing of her body offering more of her flesh to him. He nipped and bit, tongue teasing, nibbling the sensitive skin between her breasts and sucking a ring of dark bruises down her sweaty neck. She tasted of salt and spices, of musky sex.
Yazoo released her hands and gripped her hips, sliding his tongue down over her clit and up inside her in one swift, sure movement. She yelped and gripped his hair, thighs tightening around his head. He flicked his tongue back up and sucked her into his mouth, sharp teeth softly teasing, two slender fingers sliding up inside her tight body.
“Oh…oh…” she gasped, gripping the pillow hard, body undulating in rhythm to his slowly thrusting fingers and his swiftly moving tongue. He bit her and she moaned. He bit her harder and she grew even more liquid around him. Pulling on her flesh with his teeth, he twisted his fingers up inside her and she came with a gasping scream, body snapping taut in an orgasm that stretched to encompass the continued assault of Yazoo’s teeth and fingers working her so expertly.
He gave her one final suck and sat back on his knees between her legs, pleased to see her slumped and sweating, panting, utterly undone. Her green eyes were drawn from his face to his cock and back again, both fascinating her.
“Get on your knees,” Yazoo told her. He didn’t feel like kissing her anymore, and she’d had her fun. She obediently got onto her knees and he absently shoved her face down into her pillow, bowing her back in a pretty arch and lifting her ass. He guided himself into her, feeling the gentle resistance that turned into an excruciatingly piercing pleasure as her tight body gripped him. Hissing softly with the exquisite sensation assaulting him, he shoved into her up to his balls, gripped her hips tightly, and proceeded to drive her silly head through the headboard in his enthusiastic search for release. He rode her harder and harder, grunting and sweating, ignoring her pitiful cries. This was power, he knew it because even through her muffled objections her body began to quake, rhythmically squeezing him as she, too, began to climax. Snarling a little when her hips dropped, Yazoo lifted her hips up until her knees didn’t even touch the bed anymore, slamming into her so hard it hurt. But that was a good pain, too, and Yazoo felt her cum a split second before the world exploded into white-hot pleasure around him, drowning him in sensation that drew moan after moan from him. He slumped over her back, gasping and finally knowing in truth what it meant to lose one’s innocence.
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