Reno Is God (12)
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jaded_grinTitle: Reno Is God
Rating: M (suggestive themes with potential for downright smuttiness)
Description: Freshly returned from the lifestream, Kadaj enjoys a sucker compliments of Tifa and informs Cloud that he has found God
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 was meant to be amusing, take it as such!
Chapter 12
Ever the pushiest of the three, it was Kadaj who leaned up in Reno’s lap to kiss his older brother. Yazoo didn’t exactly pull away, but there was a reluctance to his response that Kadaj recognized immediately. He pulled back and looked at Reno, suddenly worried that this wasn’t what the man had meant. With the promise of his bike so close, Kadaj wasn’t willing to jeopardize it!
“You’re okay, Princess,” Reno soothed, smiling at him and finishing off his smoke. He rocked Yazoo in his lap a little and shifted them both closer so that Kadaj was nearly atop his brother, both of them across Reno’s legs. “Who’s my pretty baby?”
Yazoo blushed and bit his lip, pleased.
“That’s right,” Reno said, as if Yazoo’s response were an answer. “You love your daddy, don’t you?”
Yazoo nodded, absently reaching out to stroke Kadaj’s arm, seeking comfort from his obvious confusion.
“Then play nice and let the little bit say thank you,” Reno told him, his coaxing only barely concealing what was, effectively, an order. “You trust me, baby—you know I always do what’s best for you. We’re gonna fix this, yo.”
Yazoo’s big eyes shone with love and he softly sighed, “I trust you, Reno.”
“I know, pretty baby,” the man murmured, true affection in his big blue eyes. “You get to play for a change, Yazoo—weren’t you just saying that I never share you? Well, now we got the little guy, so help yourself.”
Kadaj was breathless, not sure how it was going to fall out. Yazoo was always so easily swayed to do whatever Reno wished of him that it should be a sure thing…but then again, Yazoo had a core of solid, unbending steel in him that Kadaj doubted even Reno could force to yield—if his brother decided he wasn’t having it, he wasn’t having it.
“My turn?” Yazoo murmured, and looked at Kadaj with assessing, wary interest.
“That’s right, kid,” Reno said. “Whatever you want—he owes you, yo. Payback’s a bitch.”
Kadaj swallowed hard, not sure if he was following. It sounded almost as if Reno was giving Yazoo free license to do whatever he wanted with Kadaj.
“Reno,” he squeaked, pulling back slightly at the growing predatory gleam in Yazoo’s jade eyes, reminded all too vividly of their origin and his odd brand of cruelty that disguised itself as love. “You won’t let him hurt me?”
“Nobody’s gonna hurt you, Princess,” Reno murmured. But added, “Not without asking first, anyways.”
Kadaj glanced back at Yazoo, ready to protest, ready to actually just go sleep by himself in his old room, but his brother’s stroking hand tightened ever so slightly on his arm and Yazoo’s lush, soft mouth moved to kiss his with all the tickling lightness of a butterfly.
Kadaj laughed a little, a combination of nerves and the tickling feel of Yazoo’s lips. Reno stroked his back, comforting yet urging him on.
“Isn’t he sweet, Yazoo?” the man asked, and if their combined weight on his lap bothered him he did an admirable job of hiding it. “Eat him up, baby.”
Yazoo slowly uncoiled in Reno’s lap, his slender legs sliding open to frame Kadaj’s slim hips, his smooth, soft hands sweeping down his brother’s tense little back as his full lips pressed to Kadaj’s in a firm, soft kiss.
Kadaj whimpered a little, falling against Yazoo’s chest, his own small hands coming to rest on the man’s narrow hips. He wasn’t used to being kissed so thoroughly—until Reno had taught him how to worship, all of his kisses had been chaste as a nun’s. But kissing Yazoo was as sweet as kissing Reno, though the difference in their mouths made it more interesting. Reno’s mouth was wide but thin-lipped, warm and demanding. Yazoo’s was like a girl’s (or so Kadaj imagined); it was soft and full and just as delicious as Reno’s had been. When the man’s tongue slipped into his mouth, Kadaj opened for it with a sigh.
Reno whistled lowly, still holding them both, and said, “Now, ain’t that a wet dream come true?”
Kadaj wanted to ask him what a wet dream was, but Yazoo’s head tilted just a little and the boy was suddenly breathless as their kiss deepened. He lifted his slender hands to Yazoo’s shoulders, warming to his touch. His brother was not without experience in such things, though he willingly played the bottom for his demanding and dominating lover. But Yazoo embodied that certain quality which Reno both recognized and was willing to indulge—he was a Switch. And he was very good at it.
When Yazoo tapered the kiss off to transfer his mouth to Kadaj’s moist, tender little neck, all the boy could manage was a shaky, impressed, “Wow…”
“Hey, start thanking your brother,” Reno reminded, never willing to relinquish his power over them even when not directly involved. “You got a lot of making up to do after all the fighting you two have been up to, yo.”
In this, however, Kadaj had too little experience to really take the lead and didn’t quite know what Reno expected of him.
“You’re alright, Kadaj,” Yazoo breathed into his other ear, so that their hair hid the movement of his lips. He squeezed Kadaj’s slender body close and sighed, “Reno could top from another planet—it’s just what he does.”
Kadaj giggled a little, not positive he knew what “topping” meant but figuring it had something to do with Reno’s habit of being so bossy and single-mindedly demanding all of the time, even in bed.
Yazoo shifted with Kadaj in his arms, sliding off of Reno’s lap to place hard, sucking kisses on the boy’s throat, his slender hands slipping down the back of the boy’s loose pants to cup his round bottom.
Kadaj felt himself blush as he started to warm in his brother’s embrace. Having Yazoo touch him was less nerve-wracking than having Reno do so—there wasn’t the constant apprehension that he might do something wrong, only heat and the sudden stirring of want when he recalled just how enjoyable worshipping was.
“Lift your arms,” Yazoo murmured, sliding his hands out of Kadaj’s pants to grasp the hem of his tee shirt. Kadaj lifted his arms and shivered as the light material skimmed over his sensitive skin. He sat quietly in Yazoo’s lap while the older man shed his own shirt, his pearlescent skin almost glowing in the soft light.
Reno swept his hand down Yazoo’s back and made him shiver with something much deeper and more yielding than simple reaction—he was ever aware of the man’s hold on him, and Reno never missed a chance to remind him. Even in this he was still Reno’s, it was an allowance made for his sake with, perhaps, reasons other than just appreciation.
“Yazoo?” Kadaj breathed, sitting astride his brother’s hips and not missing his light shudder or subsequent pleased blush. Worried that Yazoo might be having a change of heart, Kadaj tipped his head up and pressed his mouth to his brother’s, kissing him like he’d learned from Reno, cautiously stroking his small hands down the perfect planes of Yazoo’s tight belly and sides. He felt the hard heat of Yazoo swelling between them and shivered, his own body tightening in answer.
Yazoo made a soft, mewling sound low in his throat and his hands were urgent when they dropped to Kadaj’s hips to haul him close, urging him to rock in his lap. Kadaj wound his slender arms around Yazoo’s neck and shuddered as he rocked, the friction causing sparking tingles to fan out from where his groin was pressed to Yazoo’s.
The man ended their kiss with a breathless gasp, turning to lay Kadaj down on the bed on his back. Before the boy could even process what was happening, Yazoo swiftly stripped his loose pants off, baring his hard young body.
Yazoo just knelt there—half off of the bed, one slender leg braced—and stared at Kadaj with big, disbelieving eyes.
“Better than chocolate, eh, baby?” Reno murmured, a lazy grin on his face at Yazoo’s obvious appreciation. “Somebody serves you a banquet, Yazoo, you ain’t supposed to just look at it.”
Kadaj had gotten nervous again when Yazoo stared at him so strangely, with such ravenous hunger. He twisted onto his belly and skittered to Reno, hiding his face against the man’s lean side while Yazoo shed the last of his clothing.
“You’re okay, baby,” Reno assured him, and pulled away. Kadaj watched him with anxious eyes while he unfastened his watch and started to strip, but Yazoo caught him by one slender ankle and hauled him back.
Kadaj yelped, startled and a little overwhelmed to be pressed so intimately to his brother. Though Reno’s way had been almost impersonal, it had at least allowed Kadaj time to adjust to everything. Yazoo was the opposite, forcing Kadaj into the now, making him painfully aware of his own desire and how desperately he wanted to worship.
The bed sank when Reno stretched out again, his head propped on the pillows and his lazy, glittering eyes watching them. His body was hard and Kadaj caught a glimpse of it around Yazoo’s frantic, hungry kisses. The sight made him moan in remembrance of how perfect and painfully wonderful it had been.
Reno patted his upper belly with his hand, the sound muted. Yazoo, ever aware of his dominant lover, responded immediately to the unspoken request and lifted Kadaj, laying him on Reno’s body so that the large, hard curve of his erection was pressed beneath the cleft of Kadaj’s bottom and partially up his slender back.
Reno groaned a little, a pleased and amused sound.
“Just right,” he sighed, settling Kadaj more firmly against him while Yazoo knelt between both of their legs. Kadaj wriggled, balanced cautiously on Reno’s slim body, nervous that his weight was going to actually hurt the man. Reno, however, merely trapped Kadaj’s slender wrists in his larger hands and held him there, spread-eagle across his own body. “There you go, baby—all laid out and ready, yo.”
Yazoo’s eyes were sparkling with heat as he looked at them, a soft smile curving his generous mouth. He skimmed his fingertips up Kadaj’s legs, making the boy yelp and wriggle and causing Reno to snap at him, “Tie him if you need to.”
“I won’t need to,” Yazoo murmured. “Not this time.”
Kadaj shivered, going limp against Reno’s warm body, acutely aware of the man’s fat, heavy cock beneath him, equally aware of his own body straining with want. He slit his eyes and looked at Yazoo again while the man paused to knot his hair back.
His brother was so beautiful, so graceful. Kadaj was just as curious about his, and wriggled softly against Reno in anticipation, making the man hiss a little and tighten his hold on Kadaj’s wrists. But Yazoo’s was like Kadaj’s, only bigger. It wasn’t huge and intimidating like Reno’s—it was full, thick, and rather long and a pretty pale pink all over, mapped with little blue veins and rising from the smooth skin of his bulging, hairless sac.
Yazoo shook his head a little to make sure his hair wouldn’t fall down, and then crouched down to run his tongue along the inside of Reno’s thigh, making the man twitch beneath Kadaj and causing a spasm to run through his cock that made Kadaj tighten and whimper. He tightened further when Yazoo repeated his motion, only this time on Kadaj’s slender thigh, the warm, wet trail of his firm tongue teasing up to the crease of his groin, so close to Kadaj’s sensitive sac that he felt the warm, moist puff of his breath and writhed to urge him closer.
“Sh,” Reno soothed, his thumbs stroking softly over the Kadaj’s delicate palms, adding his own contribution to Kadaj’s shivers. “Let Yazoo do what he does best, Princess.”
Kadaj was rapidly getting overcome by the pleasurable sensations coming at him and started panting a little, his lean belly caving and his own strutted sex bouncing against his stomach.
“We gotta teach this kid some patience, yo,” Reno remarked, and moaned in tune with Kadaj when Yazoo’s hot tongue laved them both, sliding up from Reno’s heavy balls to Kadaj’s own tight ones. “Fuck, Yazoo, don’t make the little shit cum yet!”
“He’ll be fine,” Yazoo assured him, and sucked Kadaj’s taut little sac into his mouth.
Kadaj couldn’t help but arch his back and wail, his movement shoving his bottom hard into Reno’s throbbing sex and making the man’s hips arch against him in helpless response, his breath coming out in a low, gravelly growl.
“Oh my god!” Kadaj cried, writhing, Reno’s hands moving to cross over his chest and hold him still. The wet heat of Yazoo’s mouth felt incredible and its nearness to Kadaj’s straining, aching body was driving him mad. “Yazoo!”
His brother lifted his head with a long, lingering suck and whispered, “It’s okay, Kadaj—you can beg.”
Kadaj clenched his teeth and subsided against Reno’s body, panting softly, shuddering when Yazoo crawled closer to lay nibbling, grazing kisses on his lower belly, on his sides, on his flanks, all the while never touching him where Kadaj hurt to be touched.
Reno unwound one strong arm from Kadaj’s chest and brushed his calloused thumb over the boy’s rosy little nipple while Yazoo bit, kissed, and sucked his way up Kadaj’s body.
“He’s about to pop, baby,” Reno said, laughing softly when Kadaj whimpered and jerked hard beneath his brother’s skilled mouth.
Yazoo, propped on all fours and looming over them, regarded his writhing baby brother with something like ownership shining in his big jade eyes. Without a word to either of them, he scooted back and hefted Kadaj up, turning him gently to lay him belly-down on top of Reno so that his slim legs straddled Reno’s hips and his throbbing sex was pressed against Reno’s own.
Shuddering, Kadaj nuzzled close to Reno and hid his face against the man’s well-formed chest, feeling Yazoo crowd close behind him.
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Date: 2008-11-02 04:28 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-11-02 10:48 pm (UTC)And the slow build to the threesome is wonderfully done.
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Date: 2008-11-02 10:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-02 11:46 pm (UTC)This is just... absolutely sizzling hot! You're so cruel to leave it there. And I'm quite sure you enjoy every minute of it. *grin* Bad fox! Bad!
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Date: 2008-11-03 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-03 02:47 am (UTC)You mean he hasn't had one yet? If he hasn't, his reaction could be... interesting. >}
This is such a wonderful blend of shyness/eagerness on Kadaj's part. He kinda-sorta knows what's going to happen but Yazoo isn't Reno so it's all different and it might be different in a bad way but he's really, really hoping it's not.
I just want to pat him on the head and say 'it'll be better than alright'.
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Date: 2008-11-03 03:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-03 07:50 pm (UTC)(Although, it would kinda be funny if Rude had to deal with it when he's babysitting...) Just a thought >}
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