Thoughts are free

Many, many thanks to

ozyaoi (You know, I didn´t give Loz much thought in the beginning but thanks to great writers I have come to adore him as well! He deserves much more attention than he gets... Yazoo needs to be more attentive to him XD The Loz/Reno idea is very interesting, but I´m afraid I can´t use it here, since this is a rather genuine Lozoo fic. But maybe I find the time for a one-shot some day^^)

Rina76 (Yeah, yeah, I didn´t want to start a new one alright XD But I think I am going to take a break from this 'story' now, until I get new ideas. I really need to finish the others first -.- You know, the great thing about Loz´s fantasy is that I can be as OOC as I want and no one can blame me, because 'in reality' the characters are IC ^___^ I can write whatever I want and even Kadaj will become a aubmissive, needy little puppy... And I will NEVER do Loz better than you do! You know, I couldn´t sleep yesternight and re-read 'left out' and again I was so amazed at how you managed to keep Loz IC. He´s so emotional and childish, but dangerous at the same time *sighs* You really indulge into his character and draw him out while I just more or less scratch on his surface. But I am glad you liked it anyway!!! )

Hakucho (Hey^^ Oh yes, I have come to adore Loz too. First I thought he was just big and boring, but then I read so good fics about him and now I luv him! You are absolutely right in how you described Loz, I think it´s that contrast of hardness and softness that gives him so much depth. Though he is emotional one shall not forget that he can be pretty deadly as well!)

for reviewing and very special Kudos to my dear Rina for the betaing and encouragement!!!!

Warnings: TENTACLE-'RAPE'

Enjoy!


Thoughts are free 3

Kadaj sent us off for another damn, boring field trip and here I find myself on the bike again, riding through this bloody, boring forest searching for… Mother knows what. Or probably Yazoo does, seems like my brothers don´t deem it worthy their time to inform me on anything anymore. Tch. I even think they are avoiding me on purpose sometimes….

My languid gaze drifts over to Yazoo who drives a bit ahead of me, but I can clearly see that he´s as unnerved by this mission as I am. At least that´s what I interpret from his straight forward, unblinking stare and the indifferent expression. Man, I wished we could have taken one bike and I´d sit behind him. Could have become a lot more interesting with that perfect, leather clad ass right in my lap…

My fantasies get pushed back before they can even start since suddenly something lashes out at him from the side, coming from the trees, I think. It´s so damn dark here with all the high trees and bushes that I have barely space to avoid the attack nor see anything clearly.

I throw a quick look at Yazoo who´s leaning almost parallel to the ground and then his bike comes to a screeching halt. It´s no use trying to fight those… tentacles or whatever it is on the machines, they are too fast and they are lashing out again and again. We´re pretty agile with the bikes on open ground, but here in that cramped damn forest they´re just a burden and slow us down. Cursing, I jump from the seat, not caring where the thing is driving into, as I´m busy trying to avoid a buzzing lash as good as I can. Dual Hound´s ready and with a delighted smirk I smell the acrid odor of burning flesh when I fry one of the damn slick… whatever it is. Seems like some kind of animal-monster thing to me, no, plant probably.

Snorting, I face the next one with a grim, but also slightly pleased expression because this is 10 times more fun than the damn field trip. My gaze accidentally glides over to where Yazoo is fighting his own share of tentacles.

As ever when I have time to watch him fight he´s taking my breath away with all his graceful, fluid movements that look more like a dance than a combat situation. But boy does he fight! It seems that there really was a bit of frustration that needed to get out judging from the way he hacks and slashes and shoots the poor tentacles into tiny bits and pieces.

I can´t help but wonder what would happen if one of those agile, incarnadine things actually managed to wrench his gun out of his hand…

If it would silently sneak up on him from behind, and with a quick movement swirl itself around his arm and hand, forcing the gun out of his slender fingers so it would clatter to the grassy, soft forest ground.

He´d probably be so surprised that he leaves himself open enough for another tentacle managing to take him off guard and before he knows his arms are held and intertwined in the flexible net of slings that swirl around him.

His panic stricken eyes would try to search for an opening, a way out and he´d start to struggle to get away, but it would be to no avail. While those slippery, slender tendrils crawl over his body, probably searching for a way past the leather, a particularly bold tentacle slides against Yazoo´s cheek in an almost caressing manner. Of course my brother looks disgusted and turns his face away, but his attention quickly gets drawn to another serpent-like creature that slowly winds around his flat belly and then very suddenly shoots forward and worms its way under his coat. He hisses at the sudden contact of the cold, slimy, but somewhat hard thing against his skin and struggles again to get it out of his clothes. It leaves the tentacle pretty much unimpressed though, and soon another one slips through the opening the first one created. The leather bursts open under the pressure of those two agile muscles rummaging and bulging it and the other tentacles tearing vigorously at the black cloth from outside didn´t help much to prevent it. His leather jacket only hangs in thin shreds around him and his upper body is fully exposed to the abusive tendrils now.

Of course Yazoo glares at them and keeps trying to get out of the sling holding his hands up over his head, but his cheeks heat visibly up when one of the slimy things glides over his shoulder, along his neck and rubs over his nipple. His brief tensing must have alarmed the bine, since it slips back and now seems pretty interested in my brother's hardening nub. I know that he´s especially sensitive there, only the slightest contact makes his buds tingle almost unbearably and the repeated brushing of the tentacle with its head against it takes pretty obvious effect. Yazoo helplessly arches his back and bites his lip to hold back the mewl that threatens to escape him at the teasing stimulation.

But as if this isn´t enough anyway, another thick worm winds around him and licks over his taut stomach, leaving a wet trail behind. A huge number of these things have gathered around my brother and I stand there in amazement and watch them stroking over his slender body, exploring, teasing and never letting go. I wonder how it must feel to be trapped in a nest of hard, thick sticks that swirl all over your hot, sensitive body, snuggling at your burning skin…

It must be kind of nice, judging from the dizzy look and the sped-up breathing I catch from Yazoo. His struggling has become a bit weaker, I think, but then one of the tentacles has the nerve to crawl up his leg and inner thigh and push its head into his pants.

“Oh no, not there!” Yazoo protests harshly and twists his body to get the thing out of his private areas. His desperate eyes fall on me then and he barks at me,

“Loz, come over here and help me!”

He´s so adorable when he looks flustered. His cheeks are hot, his eyes are glassy and his hair is disheveled. A moan escapes him, when the thing in his pants moves and when his eyes fall back on me they have an almost begging glimmer in them.

But I just remain where I stand –at a save distance of course- and enjoy the spectacle that, admittedly, makes my own pants tighten. “Ah, my dear brother,” I reply with a husky voice, “I think you´re just fine where you are. I´m sure you´ll enjoy this little encounter as much as I do.” I demonstratively stroke over the huge bulk in my pants that has the exact shape of my dick and flutter my lashes at the contact. Actually I am so tempted to just yank my pants down and rub my erection like a maniac to get rid of the pressure, but I restrain myself.

Yazoo shoots me a disbelieving, crestfallen look, but he hasn´t even time to try to convince me to rethink my decision because in the next moment a few of the tentacles have crawled around his long legs and pull and tear at his pants. Rather successfully, I might add.

Instantly Yazoo narrows his eyes and bucks and thrashes as much as he can to prevent these little monsters from leaving him nude. But only more tentacles swirl around his body to keep him still and complacent and ignoring his panic stricken face they pull the leather from body and it lands on the grassy ground right next to Yazoo´s boots.

“Lo-Loz, help me!” Yazoo hitches, his cheeks flaming and his eyes rolling back as one of the bines crawls tightly over his semi-hard erection and rubs it into full hardness. His dick somehow seems to fascinate the tendrils –they probably see a certain familiarity or maybe they think its their long lost brother- because they focus their attention on it, by poking it with their red, slimy heads. One of the smaller ones winds up around the hard, pulsing shaft until it comes face to face with the pink head and strokes over it in twitching, regular movements. Yazoo flinches and tries to shirk away from the contact, but he´s undeniably turned on and the breathless gasps and unconscious rolling of his hips underpin this fact even more so.

The slender tentacle is tightly wrapped around his dick and moves quickly up and down, while the end of it rubs over the slit and the throbbing, red head.

“Lo-Loz, ungh, do-do some-something,” my brother instructs me through gritted teeth, but he sounds more ecstatic and needy than actually in danger. Well, I do something, namely finally freeing my huge erection from the tight leather cage by pulling down the zipper and letting it proudly stand up from between my legs.

My brother´s eyes widen as he sees what I´m doing because this is probably not what he had in mind but anyway. I´m busy slowly stroking myself and watching as the tendrils play with my brother´s cock and nipples. Fine sweat –and slime- covers his skin, making it look wet and slippery and the tentacles glide over it with ease. Still Yazoo is a bit uncooperative when they start to wander down his back and towards his buttocks, hissing at them to not even dare to think about it.

I´d rather wish they´d remain unimpressed by his threats and silently cheer on them when they start to open his legs forcefully. It´s not really violent, it doesn´t look like it hurts, but the bines are determined in what they do and so Yazoo´s legs get spread apart inch by inch. He looks good, bondaged by those wet strong bands that constantly sweep over his stretched, arched body from all sides, and he looks even better when his ass gets exposed and one of the worms finds its way between his ass cheeks and makes the path between it all wet and slippery. One of the bines slides over his inner thighs and nuzzles with its head against my brothers sweet little hole, making him arch and moan out again.

“Oh no, please, no-not there,” he stutters, but throws his head back nonetheless. He so can´t do anything against it and it makes me wanna cum right there. My own breathing sounds like a thunderstorm against my ears and my heart pounds in my chest, pumping all the blood into my leaking cock.

Fortunately tentacles have no ears to hear the hitched plea that is sent towards them and so it continues to brush over his entrance unfazed, gliding with its round, big head over it and making Yazoo roll his hip with another moan. I think he really wants it to go inside, to relentlessly fuck him into oblivion, even though he pretends otherwise. But his ass desperately pushing against it tells another story… Whatever the case, Mister Tentacle seems rather mesmerized by that tight, wrinkled hole and keeps exploring and snuggling with sensual movements until the flesh finally parts and swallows its head, clenching tightly around it.

“Uh!” Yazoo bucks and snaps his lower body forward, and automatically engulfs more of the slimy, hard worm that keeps crawling up inside him, pushing and shoving its way deeper. His dizzy, glassy eyes fall on me again and he harshly breathes “Do-don´t look!”, a wonderfully pink colour spreading over his equally embarrassed and delighted face, but he gets shut up immediately as another tentacle sees its chance and ruthlessly invades his mouth. My brother´s eyes widen at the intrusion of the fake cock that starts to mercilessly fuck his mouth with quick shoves and little tears start to gather in his eyes. He´s more or less giving some tentacle monster a blow job and my brain stops to function at that thought. All I do now is stare at the scene unfolding before me and fisting my cock with as much speed as I can muster.

Suddenly and with a swift motion my brother´s turned around and instead of his smooth chest and its rosy hard nipples I am faced with his ass, the spread apart buttocks and the tentacle dick that´s shoving in and out of him. Yazoo´s head is held up by a sling around his neck so that this other tentacle thing can still fuck his wet, sweet mouth.

I can´t help it but stumble nearer, I must see more of these wonderful worms holding his hips and legs in place and the glistening, solid muscle vanishing and emerging with frantic movements into my brothers ass. Yazoo´s pleasured moans are muffled by the other thing in his mouth but oh, he so wants it! That´s exactly where he belongs, between two big fat members screwing him into oblivion. And maybe he thinks so too, because his head now moves on his own accord and rather eager to suck on that big tendril in his mouth. He´s probably not even aware that I´m watching any longer, all that counts is that forceful thing hitting his prostate again and again in a frantic rhythm, sending shivers all over his body.

The rolling of his hips becomes more desperate and then outright crazy when another tentacle seems to find some interest in what the first one is doing in his ass and decides to join the fun. It pushes past the first one and glides inside the warm tight channel, rubbing against the clenching flesh and counterproductive towards the other tentacle that pushes out when the second one shoves in. Meaning that there is no second in which Yazoo´s prostate doesn´t get stimulated by the reckless thrust of one of the worm’s pokes.

I think he cries now – in a good way, mind you- but I´m not sure, can´t really see his face and frankly my brain is busy trying to operate the fact that I see my brother with spread legs getting fucked by TWO damn fat tentacles! His body jerks and thrashes, and his outcries of pleasures are still muffled, but then he comes with one last final cry and a shuddering arch of his back and I come with him. His long, wet hair clings to his sweaty body and his eyes roll back again when he goes limp. His semen shoots out all over that little tentacle that still had rubbed and teased his dick and makes it only more glibbery. I myself cum so very hard that I splatter on Yazoo´s ass cheek, despite the distance I am apart from him, but I can only admire the sight from my knees that suddenly give out under me. My brain´s mush, so much that I somehow must have missed the part where Yazoo gets rid of the tendrils invading his body and gets dressed again because suddenly I am confronted with two very pissed, emerald eyes, and I get shoved into the next tree with a gun stuck under my chin.

“What is wrong with you?!” Yazoo hisses very coldly and dangerously into my face, a bit of glibber in his moonlight hair. My eyes flicker past him to the heap of dead flesh on the forest ground and it dawns on me that maybe I got accidentally lost in another daydream at a very inauspicious point of time…

“Where´s the monster?” I manage to croak and look back into my siblings blazing orbs. Woah, I think he´s really angry. I usually appreciate seeing him stray from his normally aloof and uncaring attitude, and on any other occasion I´d be delighted to have his hard, slender body pressed against me, but this isn´t really what I had in mind.

“Dead, and that´s certainly not thanks to you,” he informs me icily, his narrowed eyes boring through mine, as if they were searching for something. Then he gives me another rough shove and lets go, turning on his heels and walking back to his bike with long strides.

I give a light cough, but then I clumsily follow, avoiding to look at the sliced tentacles twitching on the ground.


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I´ll take a break from this fic for now, but if you want to read more Lozoo I´d recommend that you go read 'Bored', a joined fic by the mega-talented, soon to be Nobel-Prize-awarded Rina and yours truly ;)

Take care!