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Opal Tides

By
Rujkah Xephiros

Chapter
2

Under
the Surface of Water

The
cool morning air hit his lungs before he even opened his eyes, having
been invited in by a yawn. A single green eye opened, peering out to
the light that hadn't been there before, then closed, a soft groan
escaping the young mans lips. Morning had come and, though he
protested, Kadaj was quietly pleased knowing he had slept through the
night, which was a more than rare occurrence for him. He stretched,
waiting for his mind and body to awaken a bit more, but soon curled
back as he felt the cold morning air nip at his bare, outstretched
arms. It was a moment before he noticed how empty the sleeping bag
was.

The
teenager opened his eyes as the memories of what had happened the
night before returned to him...

He
and Yazoo, naked in the sleeping bag together, holding and kissing
and caressing. The hot air and sound moans around them and the look
on his older brothers face as he came.

Kadaj
sniffled, as just the thought of it sent a warm tingle up his spine.
"Yazoo..." He whispered, partially calling for him, then
lifted his head to look around the tent, but found no sign of his
lover. With a slight groan, he shifted to exit the sleeping bag.

Unlike
Yazoo, Kadaj was not a morning person. At all. He was the kind who
liked to lay in bed for a good long while before actually getting up,
or else it was a royal pain to do so. Part of it could be
attributable to the fact that he was a very light sleeper and was
also prone to nightmares.

Yazoo,
on the other hand, seemed to have no problems with it. It seemed
like he could go from wake to sleep by the flick of a light switch.
Kadaj could never figure out how the hell he does it.

And
as for Loz, he was pretty good at getting up. That is, when they
could wake him up. The guy could sleep through almost anything.
Sometimes it took a beating with a few pillows to wake him up. Not
to mention he could snore as loud as the Bahamut growls.

Kadaj
crawled over to where his clothes had been, realizing he was cleaner
then he probably should be and his skivvies were back up in place,
also Yazoo's doing. His suit was gone now, but Yazoo had
thoughtfully put some warm, loose fitting clothes in its place. A
simple gray pair of pants, a long sleeved shirt and a pair of socks.
Not something Kadaj usually preferred to adorn, but it would do for
now. He had them on within a few minutes, along with his boots,
which were still there, then stepped outside.

The
first thing he did as he stood outside the tent was stretch, casually
reaching his arms into the sky, then pressing on his back, satisfied
as he heard a few joints lightly pop before he took a look around.

The
place looked about the same as it had the evening before, only now
the earth was damp with the nights rainfall. The same rolling gray
clouds lurked above with the same rocky, auburn soil below. The wet
scent still lingered in the air and patches of thick morning fog
blanketed the plains around them. The only sound was the crackling
and popping of a newly lit fire. And sitting calmly next to that was
Yazoo.

Today,
Kadaj thought, for whatever reason, he looked more beautiful then he
ever had before. He was sitting against the boulder, his legs bent
in front of him so that he could rest his arms on his knees, dressed
in clothes similar to what Kadaj had on. He was tinkering with
something in his slender hands with his sleeves rolled up to reveal
his smooth, lean arms, his gorgeous turquoise eyes fixed in
concentration and what portion of his silky, silver hair that wasn't
pulled back in a tail draped over his face. He was so very
beautiful, and Kadaj was a bit surprised by the way his heart beat
sped up by the very sight of the same person he'd been looking at for
sixteen years. After a moment, he headed towards him.

Finally
noticing him through his concentration, Yazoo stood up to greet his
brother. "Good morning, Kadaj." He said with a gentle
smile.

"Hey."
Kadaj answered once he was standing in front of his sibling, still
not completely awake. He scratched his head under silver hair that
was now a bit messed from sleep.

"Did
you sleep well?"

He
nodded. "Slept through the whole night."

"That's
good." The older brother said, also nodding. After a moment he
pointed to the boulder, which had their clothes draped neatly over
much of it. "Our clothes are nearly dry, but I think we should
get the suits dry cleaned once we're in Kalm." He then put his
arm down and looked towards the small fire, which had a large bowl
over it, propped up by a pair of large rocks. "I also ran into
the city while you were sleeping and grabbed something to eat. Your
share is keeping warm on the fire."

"Is
Loz back yet?" Kadaj asked simply.

As
soon as Yazoo shook his head, the teenager stepped towards his older
brother, grabbing both of his hands and locking their lips together.
It was a gentle and lingering kiss, like the ones they had shared the
night before with soft, damp lips and loving nuzzles.

Once
they parted, Kadaj grinned. "Now its a good morning."

Yazoo
smiled bashfully. "Kadaj..."

The
younger sibling pulled his hands away next, taking whatever it was
Yazoo had been tinkering with. "What's this?" He asked,
looking down at a shimmering gem, the opal they had found the night
before, but now very polished, and a scrap of something that he
guessed was used to polish it with. Kadaj didn't know anything about
gems.

"Just
killing time..." Yazoo said putting his hands behind his back.
"What are you going to do with it?"

The
teenager shrugged. "I donno. Eat it? Put it up my ass maybe?"
He snickered sarcastically, tossing the objects back to his brother,
then heading over to the fire.

Yazoo
caught them and put them in his pocket as he followed.

Kadaj's
eyes searched the landscape for what felt like the millionth time
since they had come there. "What time is it?"

The
older sibling looked up at the gray sky, at the spot of light in the
clouds where the sun was trying to pierce through. "Eleven-thirty?"

His
eyes snapped to Yazoo. "You let me sleep that late?" He
said, a bit accusingly.

"I'm
sorry." The older one said, bowing his head apologetically.
"You needed rest. I didn't want to wake you."

Kadaj
turned back, his face softening. "Nah, it's okay. We can't do
anything until Loz shows up anyway." He paused a moment, then
yawned again, bending back a bit as he stretched his legs and lifting
his shirt up lazily to scratch his stomach.

"Kadaj,
you should eat." Yazoo said, stepping closer to him.

"You
worry about me too much." The teenager snickered as he turned
to Yazoo, reaching out and pulling at his brothers arm to get him to
face him. He smiled as their eyes met, then leaned in and took in
the scent of his hair as they stood cheek to cheek. "I'm not a
little kid anymore, you know."

"I
know..." Yazoo said and shuddered as he felt his little
brothers hand creep under his loose shirt and touch his stomach.
"Uh... old habit... I guess..."

A
few moments drifted by as Yazoo found a place for his hands at
Kadaj's hips and turned his head slightly to kiss his cheek, enjoying
the warmth and the closeness. "Perhaps I care too much..."

"I
don't mind... I'd rather you care too much than too little..."

Yazoo
looked towards Kadaj, though he couldn't see his face as they were.
The frequency his brother said things like that were more then rare.

Kadaj
let out a deep breath. "I feel so..."

"I
know..." Yazoo acknowledged and wrapped his arms around his
young lover.

The
teenager did the same, burying his face in his older brothers neck.

Yazoo
smiled and hugged him tighter, gently caressing his back through the
cloth.

After
a few moments, Kadaj sighed and pulled back, but stayed close enough
to let their foreheads touch. "Sorry." He said with a coy
smile. "You're so warm..."

Yazoo
placed a hand on his little brothers cheek and gave him a peck on the
lips.

Before
he could move in again for a deeper kiss, Kadaj pulled his head back
with wide eyes. "Oh, damn! I forgot!"

Yazoo
blinked, surprised. "What is it?"

"....I
have to take a piss like yesterday!" He announced bluntly, then
grinned and pressed a finger against Yazoo's still slightly puckered
lips. "Hold that thought for one second." With that, he
bounded off, bypassing their drying clothes as he clambered to the
top of the boulder. "Altitude!" He exclaimed as he stood,
flashing Yazoo another playful grin before turning away from him.

With
a raised eyebrow, Yazoo shook his head and smirked. He could be so
weird sometimes...

He
turned around and stepped up to the fire again, leaning over to stir
the soup that kept warm in the vat that hung above it. Standing
straight again, he idly looked out in the direction of Midgar.

"Damn
cricket. Fuck off, you bug." Yazoo heard his little brother
say. That, and the sound of him pissing certainly seemed loud when
everything else around them was so quiet. "HA! Hahaha... peed
on you. How does that make you feel?"

The
older sibling gave a short huff. "You're such a dork."

"Hey!
I'd watch it if I were you. Or you'll be next!"

Yazoo
looked over his shoulder at his brother, about to accept Kadaj's
'challenge', but was distracted by the a familiar, rumbling,
thunderous sound in the distance. Looking back, he could barely make
out the figure of someone on a motorcycle. He didn't have to see
them though. He already knew who it was.

Kadaj
looked over his shoulder as well in light of the disturbance.

It
took only a few moments before Loz made his way across the dusty
plain and rode his bike up beside the other two to join his younger
brothers.

The
middle sibling watched as he hopped off his bike and walked rather
moodily up to them. "Hey, Loz." He greeted, regardless.
"Are you alright?"

"...No,
but thanks for your concern, Brother." He
scoffed, his already low voice accentuated by his low, bitter tone.
His short hair, usually neatly slicked back, was quite disheveled and
his clothes were speckled with traces of dust and soot. He'd
obviously had a rough night. "Where's the runt?"

Yazoo
pointed his thumb behind him. "Target practice."

Loz
immediately swiveled past and tromped up to where he saw the figure
of his youngest sibling.

"Please
don't start a fight with him, Loz." Yazoo asked calmly as he
followed close by.

He
paused to glance back at the one following him. "I'm not
starting shit! He's got it coming! And when I do want to
start something, I fucking will!"

"Isn't
that usually what gets you into trouble?" Kadaj said, still
standing atop the boulder, looking over his shoulder at them.

"Hey!
I got a bone to pick with you!" He said, pointing at Kadaj.

"Bite
me."

"...Jesus
Christ, how long can you pee?" Yazoo inquired blatantly with a
raised brow.

"He's
not pissing." Loz stated matter-of-factually. "Just look
at him. He's a damned wanker. Chronic. Can't keep it in his pants
for five minutes."

"Mehehehe..."
Kadaj responded to his oldest brothers accusation, grinning and
pretending to shudder.

"Pfft..."
Loz crossed his arms over his chest. "You know, I had to spend
the night on concrete because of you! I am sore as hell!"

"Hey,
I'm not the one who told you to get hammered and bet all that money
on your nonexistent poker skills, then bitch at that other drunkard
for winning." Kadaj said, finally hopping down from his perch.

"Don't
start lecturing me, kid. I'll do whatever the hell I
want."

"What,
you think I care? I don't give a shit. Drink all you want. As long
as it doesn't get in our way, and it did. And if you're going
to get your dumb ass into trouble, you're on your own, pal."
Kadaj stated seriously. "We're a good twelve hours behind
because of your idiocy. Looks like I'm just going to have to punish
you."

"Yeah?
Like to see you try."

"Not
stopping by any Philly huts for a month."

"....Bastard."

Yazoo
moved between them, shooting them both a glance similar to how a
parent glances at a pair of children fighting over which one is
stupider. "Please tell me we're done now. Look, we're behind
already, like you said. We've got a lot of work to do. So lets
start acting like adults and save the bickering for later, okay?"

"Of
course. You're right, Yazoo." Kadaj said calmly. "Let's
get dressed and get ready to go." He turned and waved his hand
at his oldest brother. "And do something with your hair, for
Christ sake. You look like an unlucky chocobo after mating season."

*
* * * *

After
a short trip back into Midgar to pick up food and supplies, the trio
made their way on the day and a half ride to Kalm. The city was
somewhat bustling, but fairly quiet, as they had made it just before
nightfall. After parking their bikes outside of town, they headed
towards the inn, taking a bag with them.

The
Kalm inn had been recently added onto, two more rooms where built
onto the back because of the increase in traffic through the town
since Midgar was nearly destroyed two years ago, complete with
washrooms. Kadaj took the new one on the second floor.

The
trio entered their room quietly, all quite exhausted. Kadaj hopped
right onto the middle bed of the three that were there, contently
resting on his stomach for a moment before turning to watch Yazoo
walk across to the middle of the room and Loz haul in a large travel
bag with some of their belongings in it and put it down on the bed
closest to the door. He always was the one volunteering to carry all
the luggage.

"Ahh...
civilization." Yazoo said as he stretched out his arms, then
turned to his brothers with a smile. "I think I'll take a
bath."

"'Kay."
Kadaj responded, laying on his back and putting his hands behind his
head as he watched him head over to the lavatory and heard his oldest
brother unzip the bag and begin to pull things out. He relaxed,
taking a deep breath. Travel could be so tiring.

After
a moment, Yazoo emerged from the washroom with his coat off. He hung
it up on the wrack next to the door, along with his shoulder armor,
then stepped over to Loz. "Sorry, I gotta get my bag."

The
oldest one glanced through the few things he was unpacking and
grabbed a small, black, miniature duffel bag, handing it to Yazoo.
"Here."

"Thanks."
He said and went back to what he was doing.

Kadaj
sat up and looked at the nightstand next to him. He picked up what
appeared to be a small remote and clicked the television on, filling
the room with the noise of a local news broadcast. Though he found
he had to turn the volume up when Yazoo started the bath water. He
wasn't really interested in the slightest, he just needed something
to watch to keep him from boredom.

But
it was to no avail. The teenager scanned the room in a search for
entertainment, but all he could find was Loz.

Therefore,
Loz would just have to entertain him.

"Hey,
Loz?"

"Yeah?"

"Saw
your boyfriend today."

"...Did
you fuck him?"

"No,
but he told me how tiny you were."

"You're
just jealous 'cause you wanna be the one sucking my dick."

"Too
bad for you there's nothing to suck."

"More
than there is you."

"You're
so gay."

"You're
the one that's gay."

"Nah.
It's just you. You're just gay."

"You're
both fucking gay." Yazoo stated matter-of-factly before
shutting the lavatory door.

Both
the brothers began laughing childishly.

Inside
the washroom, Yazoo shook his head with a slight chuckle. So
immature... But at least it was amusing for a bit.

"That
was funny." Kadaj commented after a moment.

"Hey."
Loz said, slipping into a more casual jacket. "I'm gonna head
over to the tavern for a while. Wanna come?"

In
the washroom, Yazoo swiftly slipped out of his clothes, folding them
up and placing them on the toilet.

"No,
thanks." Kadaj said, grabbing the remote again and flipping
through the channels.

"Hey,
Yazoo! What about you?" Loz shouted above the noise.

Yazoo
reached down and stopped the running water to hear his brother, the
tub was about full anyway. "What?"

"Meet
me at the bar later?"

"I
think I'll stay here. But you have fun." He said before
turning to the mirror again and picking up his hairbrush, brushing
out his silver locks, which had become a bit dirty from travel.

"Okay."
He turned back to Kadaj. "Ciao, runt." He said as he
headed towards the door.

"Later,
gorilla." Kadaj responded and heard the door open and close as
he left.

Yazoo
slowly slipped his nude body into the warm, soothing water, hissing
slightly as he adjusted to the heat. He relaxed, letting the steamy
air fill his lungs that felt a bit scratchy from the dry plain air.
As he enjoyed the warmth and the calmness, he couldn't help but think
about Kadaj.

Several
minutes passed of nothing but Kadaj flipping through the limited
selection of local channels, bored by every single one. He put the
remote down and stared at the ceiling for a while, listening to
things past the noisy box, of which the volume he had lowered. The
sound of a truck running outside, the bickering couple in the next
room, the birds out the window as the sun descended and the sound of
the moving water as Yazoo took his bath.

Yazoo
pictured his younger brothers face, then he pictured his body.
Although it had been dark, his enhanced vision had given him quite a
clear picture. He was so young, but so beautiful. He remembered how
his body moved and reacted with every touched he offered. The breath
on his cheek with the escaping soft moans. How he wanted to see
Kadaj like that again. He began to wonder, about different things.
He pictured Kadaj and wondered how he'd taste. Wondered how it would
feel to have his little brother on top of him, inside of him,
thrusting and pushing into him. He knew he was inexperienced, but he
found that to be rather alluring. Oh, the many things he could teach
him.

Tired
and with nothing to do, Kadaj decided he might as well get ready for
bed. He sat up and swung his legs across the side of the bed,
bending down to unbuckle the clasps around his knees, then standing
and removing his jacket, hanging it on the same rack where his
brothers' were. He fetched his own bag and headed to the sink, which
was separate from the rest of the lavatory and stood apart from the
main area by a small bit of wall.

Yazoo
looked down, having let his imagination get the best of him. Poking
up slightly above the surface was the tip of his arousal. He reached
down and poked it, causing it to bob up and down in the water for a
moment, granting himself a bit of amusement. Little time passed
before his hand snaked back down again and he began to tease himself
with only his fingertips.

Kadaj
dug though his bag and found his preferred night shirt, a simple
black T-shirt, which he often went without during the summer because
it was so warm. He changed right there, removing the undershirt and
his pants and slipping the new shirt on.

The
older brother laid his head back, looking up at the wall and ceiling,
perfectly relaxed. He bit his lip as he allowed his tempting fingers
to curl around his erection and squeeze. Kadaj... He thought
as he began to slowly stroke, closing his eyes and imagining that his
hands weren't his own. Oh, Kadaj...

Kadaj
put his clothes aside and started digging for his toothbrush when his
keen ears picked up a slight gasp.

Yazoo
closed his mouth and forced himself to relax his muscles, despite the
urge to tense up and let his abdomen contract to push the pleasure
further. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes for a moment,
then allowed himself a slight quiver as one of his hands descended,
caressing his ballocks as it passed them, and began to gently probe
at his opening.

The
teenager blinked. Then, curious and hopelessly pubescent, approached
the door, finding it was not closed all the way. He pushed it
slightly, just a crack. Just enough to see Yazoo perfectly.

His
lover was lying in the tub, the knees of his spread legs sticking out
above the water surface and his slightly shrugging shoulders with
arms that descended between them, moving in a familiar motion. His
lips were parted, his eyes closed, his face flushed. He watched as
his hand rose and fell above the water surface just above his groin.
What he couldn't see was the hand under the water, the finger that
pushed past his tight entrance and slowly eased itself deep into him.

As
Kadaj realized what his older brother was doing, he immediately felt
the nagging pressure in his loins. He looked around and the
realization hit him.

Loz
had left.

He
and Yazoo were alone.

He
leaned in closer, barely inches away from the door. He felt a tingle
travel the length of his spine, the butterflies rise in his stomach
and his breathing began to grow deep. He almost didn't notice when
his hand began to slither up his thigh and brush against his groin.

But
Yazoo paused for a moment, then sat up. Kadaj quickly, but quietly
backed away from the door so that he knew Yazoo wouldn't see him, but
he could still have an eye on his brother. He watched as he took a
second to shake his wet hands off, then leaned over the side of the
tub and reached into his bag, taking only a moments dig before
pulling something out.

Kadaj's
eyes grew wide and his lips parted as he watched Yazoo take it from a
small, rather normal looking little box. It was a simple, linear,
cylindrical shaped object, about half a foot long, rounded at one end
and flat on the other. It was also purple and appeared to be
cushioned.

I've
never seen this side of you before, brother. Kadaj thought to
himself. I'll bet there's a lot I don't know about you...

Yazoo
took the object, dipping it under the water as well and gazed at the
area between his legs as he placed it where his finger previously
was. Water was not good lubricant, but he didn't need much of that
for what he wanted to do.

The
teenager leaned in again and frowned, frustrated. He wanted to see
it, waned to know what his beautiful older brother was doing to
himself, but he couldn't. Not where he was.

Of
course, he could just invite himself in. Yazoo probably wouldn't
care. But there was something quite arousing about watching him do
this without his knowledge.

The
older brother began to gently ease the object into himself. Slowly
and carefully, until he felt it brush against his prostate, causing
him to squirm a bit. He felt around the end until he found the
switch under the waterproof coat and turned it.

Kadaj
licked his lips as he heard his sibling let out a soft "Ah.."
and soon found that his hand had once again found its way to his
groin and began to caress his erection through his skivvies.

Yazoo
pushed his head back as the sensation resonated pleasure through his
body. "Ohh..." He said again as quietly as he could,
feeling his member stiffen more and throb with need to be touched.

Kadaj
watched as his older siblings body arched with the subtle moan, his
penis rising up with his hips above the waters surface, putting it,
and more of Yazoo's body in full view.

He
squeezed his hard member through his skivvies, feeling the pulsation
and the lust. Oh gods, he wanted so badly to touch that body right
now. He bit his lip, feeling as though he'd had enough voyeurism for
now, and removed his hand, making sure his shirt hung down long
enough to hide his arousal. Then he walked in on his older brother,
casually poking his head in. "Yazoo! Have you seen my hair
brush?"

Yazoo
jumped, startled, pulling his legs up modestly. "H-hair
brush...? N-no..." He said, trying to sound as normal as
possible.

Kadaj
was nearly dying of laughter in his head when he saw his siblings
reaction, but he struggled to keep a straight face as he walked
inside. "You sure it's not in here?"

"Just
use mine... It's on the counter..." Yazoo said softly.

The
teenager walked in further, placing a hand on his chin. "But I
could have sworn I left it in here..."

"But...
y-you weren't even in here earlier... were you?"

"You're
right. I wasn't." Kadaj looked over at his brother, with that
devious smirk he always wore when he was planning something
mischievous. "Guess it wouldn't be in here."

Yazoo
smiled, more sheepishly then he intended. "Guess not."

Kadaj
took another step towards the tub.

His
brother curled up more. "Kadaj, please leave."

"Leave?
Why?"

"I
just want to take a bath in peace. I'm very tired. You should go to
sleep--"

The
younger one walked over to him, kneeling beside the tub. "You're
awfully flushed, big brother. What exactly are you doing in here?"

"N-nothing..."
He said a bit worriedly, squirming almost as if he were trying to
back away.

"That's
not what it looked like from outside." He grinned.

Yazoo
looked up at his little brother, mortified. "Y-you were
watching?!"

His
grin got wider. "I didn't know you were into toys, brother."

Yazoo
blinked, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. "K-Kadaj!
Y-you're not supposed to do that!" He said turning away from
him.

"Aww,
now don't be like that." Kadaj reached out and touched his
siblings thigh, but Yazoo jerked away.

"Don't
do that..." He said with a frown.

"What's
wrong?" The teenager asked. "Don't you like me anymore?"

"Of
course I do... I-I...." He lowered his eyes bashfully.

Kadaj
put a hand on his sibling shoulder this time, letting his fingers
mingle with the long, damp, silver strands of his hair, looking at
his face, which was so very red with both lust and embarrassment.

"I'm
shy... Kadaj... You know that..." Yazoo told him.

"Now
all of the sudden you're shy?" Kadaj smirked. "You don't
need to be shy with me, brother." He said and reached out to
touch Yazoo's thigh again.

He
jerked again, but this time it was accompanied by a shiver and a
short cry. Of course, it was still inside of him. Vibrating against
that sensitive spot buried deep in his body. His little brother
wondered if he was getting close.

Kadaj
lifted a hand to touch Yazoo's cheek, caressing it lovingly, while
the other crept up his thigh, coming closer to his groin. "Yazoo..."
He said softly, looking his lover in the eye. "Let me..."

Yazoo
felt Kadaj's hand press against his own under the water, which were
both modestly clasped over his hard penis. He slowly pulled them
away as his little brother leaned in for a kiss, allowing him access.

Kadaj
lightly ran his fingers though Yazoo's damp hair as their lips
touched. Kissing and caressing and lightly licking, the teenagers
hand curled around his siblings throbbing erection and slowly began
to stroke.

The
older brother moaned into Kadaj's mouth and timidly spread his legs,
bringing his wet hands up to touch either side of his companions
face. Kadaj took the opportunity and licked Yazoo's lips before
slipping his tongue into his mouth, simply tasting him. His brother
let him find his tongue and massaging it lustily and affectionately,
coaxing it to mingle with his own.

The
teenagers hand soon descended from Yazoo's cheek, moving down across
his chest, pausing a moment to twirl his finger around a nipple, then
lightly squeeze, causing Yazoo to squirm a bit. It then went
further, across his stomach and abdomen, massaging gently until it
took the place of his other hand, which snaked between Yazoo's legs
and grasped the end of the vibrating object, then slowly pushed it in
a bit further.

Yazoo
let out a moan, breaking their kiss and arching his back to his
brothers touch. "Oh, Kadaj..." He whimpered breathlessly.

The
younger sibling smiled, then kissed his face, trailing them down his
chin, tracing his jaw line with his lips, and began kissing his neck.

Yazoo
could do little more then writhe and whimper under his younger
brother, his arms tightly wrapped around him, clinging and lightly
clawing at his clothes as Kadaj's hand moves faster, up and down his
pulsating erection, and his other slightly twirled and tapped at the
object inside him. He soon managed to find the switch and turned it
up.

Kadaj
grinned as he heard his sibling cry out again, his eyes and mouth
opening together in a look of surprised pleasure.

"K-Kadaj!"
He gasped, his grip tightening and he quivered as he reached his
climax, then he relaxed.

The
teenager switched the toy off and purred contently, as he had brought
his brother to orgasm, then pulled back just far enough to see his
companion.

Yazoo's
breaths were heavy as he tried to catch them, his face still very
flushed, a content, yet sheepish look on his face. "Kadaj..."

"Hmm?"
Kadaj responded attentively.

His
lover leaned in and kissed him affectionately, placing his hands on
his cheeks again.

Kadaj
did the same, lightly massaging his neck and chest as well.

"Now
aren't you glad I stayed?" The teenager asked with a smile.

Yazoo
smiled back, then it faded as he showed concern for his little
brother. "Kadaj, do you want....?" He asked.

His
eyelids lowered thoughtfully, then he nodded towards the door. "Dry
off and come to bed."

"But
I'm not finished yet." Yazoo protested. "I haven't even
washed my hair."

"Fine
then, I'll join you." Kadaj grinned and removed
his shirt.
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