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Left Out	By : Rina76 Category: Final Fantasy Anime > Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children Views: 711 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Left Out
- 2-Part Two.
- 3-Part Three
- 4-Part Four
- 5-Part Five
- 6-Part Six
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Epilogue
- 8
- 9
- 10
A/N: I'm glad my last chapter went down so well! Thank you for the fantastic feedback, guys.

schwaerze - Gosh, where do I start? Looong review! Well, about Kadaj crying in the film, yeah, I think it was because of what Aerith says to him, that he believes it's Mother. I agree with that. Not because of Cloud. I probably didn't word that right. What I meant was, I just find it touching that Kadaj cries at all, that he actually has that emotion in him and isn't competely fucked up and dead inside. I like to explore that more vulnerable side of him in my fic.

The bit about Yazoo's neck being vampire-bait? I put that in there just for YOU, hun. And Vincent. ^_~ I'm serious. I did.

Yeah, for such a big, brooding boulder of a man, Loz can be so darn cute sometimes. Makes me just wanna...ungggh *leaps on him and gives him a noogie, messing up his pixie-do*

Oh, Kadaj is totally evil in this fic. It'd be no fun if he were all nice and stuff! That'd be boring. He's an unpredictable, badass little bastard and we lurve him for it. Also agree with what you said about them all needing to led by somebody. They all need each other and even though Kadaj is younger than the other two he is the dominant personality in the group so they look up to him, just like he looks up to Mother. They're all linked and I think if you removed one part of the equation they'd fall apart and not know what to do with themselves. If Mother wasn't there, what would they be searching for? If one of them died, would they still want to go on, to survive? I find that interesting to ponder.

And yes, it's always the quiet ones like Yazoo that are the real firecrackers in bed! lol Thank you for the great review. I hope you enjoy this chapter and am looking forward to your comments about it.

viva_rose - Kadaj IS a slave driver, for sure! He enjoys giving orders so of course, he's gonna do that even when they're all naked. He's the boss so he's proving it at every moment he can. Thank you so much for reading and going to all the trouble to search for my story again! I've done that myself a few times. It'd be nice if we had a "favourite" button on this site where we can simply click and store all the fics we like.

Murtaghgirl - Thank you for such inpsiring remarks! It makes me feel great to know I'm doing the guys justice, that I can adequately express how fascinating and amazing (and gorgeous!) I think they all are. If I can get someone interested in this fandom/pairing(s) that maybe they haven't been interested in before, that's wonderful to me. I also think it's intriguing to wonder about the boys' past and what made them the way they are. Like I mentioned earlier, their background is a blank canvas so you can fill it in anyway you prefer. I'm glad my theory isn't too far-fetched to be believable.

Lastly, Ravenlyn - Your comments made me grin big time! Uh huh, Kadaj is kind of a sadist. He gets off on demonstrating his dominance and causing frustration. He's not deliberately cruel, though. Not to the point where he enjoys inflicting physical pain upon his own brothers or torturing them. Other people, maybe, but not to Loz or Yazoo. Because he loves them. Or at least he does in /this/ story!

And hell yes, sister, if they were whores and I were rich I'd hire all of them at least once a month and put them up in a fancy hotel room just so I could observe them being together. Shit, they don't even have to bone, I'd be happy to see them kissing each other. Perhaps touching a little. Gods... *dies at the thought*

If I made your head swim with the last chapter then this one will hopefully make you pass out. Or at least cause a severe nosebleed. Enjoy muchly, for this is my Christmas present to you all!

Rina

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Title - Left Out. Part 9.

Rating - NC-17. Bordering on X.

Pairing - ALL OF THEM!!! Kadaj/Loz/Yazoo. Yup, I has done eventual threesome as promised. *is rather proud of self*

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�So, let�s get close, shall we?�

Even though I�m not entirely sure what Kadaj means by that or why Yazoo has begun smiling mysteriously underneath me, I don�t have time to ponder it as Kadaj shifts nearer on the mattress, sweeping his palms over my back and tracing my muscles with his fingertips, sending tremors down my spinal cord. I let out a rough moan, closing my eyes. Having him touch me like this, bare hands on bare skin, is wonderfully new to me and I didn�t realise how much I missed it and ached for it until now. Maybe that�s why I�ve been so moody and teary lately; not because we haven�t located Mother�s remains but because I was constantly mourning for something else I couldn�t have, constantly tormented and frustrated by something that was right in front of me every day yet so far out of my reach.

Him.

My leader. My commander. My aloof, domineering brother; always issuing orders and quick to punish by scolding glare or sharp, cutting tongue. I�ve tried hard to satisfy him and prove my worth, doing whatever he�s required of me without question, but it�s never seemed to be enough. All I�ve ever wanted is to feel real affection from Kadaj, to feel warmth and closeness and caring, to feel like he values me and accepts me despite all my faults and imperfections, to feel like he cherishes and treasures me the same way I cherish and treasure him. When he caresses me like this, his hands gorgeously gentle against my skin, I do feel it. And I yearn for more.

Sensing my need for greater and deeper contact, he dips his head to kiss me on the side of the neck, the ends of his ash-grey hair tickling my shoulder.

�I wish to join with you now,� he informs me. �Are you agreeable to that?�

�Huh?� I crane my head around to stare at him. �You mean...?�

�Oh, yes. That�s exactly what I mean.�

Understanding what he�s planning I stall dubiously, �I dunno, dude. Don�t it like, hurt?�

�Only if you have a careless partner. Don�t worry. I�ll make it good for you,� he promises, slinging his arms around my neck. �Yazoo knows how good I can make it. Isn�t that right, Yaz?�

�Mm hm,� Yazoo murmurs with a knowledgeable smile. �He�s very talented, Loz. You should let him.�

�If you say no, I won�t go any further, I assure you. If you say yes, however...that would please me very much.� Mouth brushing against my ear, Kadaj enquires with enticing softness, �Wouldn�t you like to please me, brother?�

From somewhere in the pit of my belly I feel a very strong pull towards him and start to think that what he�s suggesting is a fantastically brilliant idea and that I ought to agree with everything he says. His voice is sexy and smooth, like aged black bourbon, settling into my stomach and arrowing liquidly into my veins, exciting me to the point I was before, when I was lying on my front secretly listening to him and Yazoo together. What they were doing sounded so hot, so wicked and... /wrong/... with the heavy breathing, the stifled moans and the obscene, incestuous noises and I suddenly want some of that wrongness. Badly. I�m just about to tell Kadaj to go right ahead and do it, to take me and make me moan like he did Yazoo, when I realise he�s using his powers of seduction on me, trying to charm and hypnotise me into getting what he wants. And like every other sucker that�s fallen for his tempting tricks in the past, it seems I have too.

�I know what you�re up to, Kadaj,� I mutter darkly. �You�re evil. You know that?�

�What do you expect?� I can hear the smirk in his words. �I�m a replica of our great Father, after all.�

�Yeah, well, stop it. It ain�t fair, bending my will like that.�

�Who said I�m bending your will? I�m just helping you to admit what you really want anyway.�

�Oho, you think you know what I want?� I retort. �So, you can read minds now?�

�I can read yours. I�m your brother, aren�t I? I can see what�s behind that thick skull of yours and I know you better than anyone else ever will.� His tone turns serious again and his arms hug tighter around my neck. �Loz, I told you there was no shame in how you feel about us. About me. It�s okay because I have the very same desire too. Can you not feel it?�

�Aw, I guess so,� I have to confess. Kinda difficult not to feel it since the physical evidence of his statement is poking into my hip.

�Then, without any...excessive persuading...may I ask once more what your answer is?� He grazes his lips along one of my sideburns, pressing small kisses against my jaw in amongst each softly spoken sentence. �Do you want this? Hm? Do you want to please me as I want to please you? Tell me the truth, now. I will know if you�re lying.�

Even if he is a demon-spawn moulded in the smoking craters of hell, I can�t lie to him or refuse his provocative proposal so after a short deliberation I give him a nod, granting my consent.

�Out loud, Loz. Say it for me.�

Though that seems like an order, his voice is still gossamer-soft and appealingly requesting and when he speaks to me like this I can�t deny my baby brother anything.

�I want it,� I nearly groan, turning towards his violet-velvet mouth, nudging against him, seeking it out with my own. �Want you, �Daj. Want to please you. Always have.�

�I know. You�re been dependably loyal, reliable and obedient and I really should appreciate you more often,� he murmurs before awarding me with a lingeringly tender and thankful kiss. �Starting from today, I will.�

I don�t doubt that at all. I�m sure by the end of this morning I�ll be full of his...appreciation. I�ll be all appreciated out and need to take a very long nap.

The thought of what�s shortly going to happen to me is a bit daunting, I�ll admit. Allowing him to take my virginity is a major, major deal. I�ve never tried such a thing in the past or even wanted to but I do now because I want to extend my blood-bond with Kadaj, just like I�ve extended it with Yazoo, who I�m still braced above and sheathed within, unable and unwilling to be separated from his intimate bodily heat. I�m a part of him now and I need to feel that with my other brother. I want each of us to be as bonded and close as possible, like the triplets I believe we should have been, and there�s only one way to accomplish that.

�Just go easy on me, �kay?� I hint worriedly. �I�m not used to it like you two.�

�My dearest, sweet, sensitive Loz. I�d never hurt you like that. Never,� Kadaj pledges, nipping lightly at my earlobe and then pausing for a few moments. �Well...not unless you begged me to.�

At his persistent cheekiness, I give a snort of reluctant laughter but for the first time in my twenty-three years I am not afraid of Kadaj or what he can do. I know he has frightening abilities and a mean streak you don�t wanna mess with but he also has a gentler, protective side -- like me -- and it is this side that I�m seeing right now. It�s this side that makes me have faith in him, that makes me trust him, and when he moves behind me, kneeling between my legs, I don�t cringe. My heart thumps loudly in my chest but I don�t stop him. I want this to happen. I want it even more than I want to find Mother and you know how much I want to find Mother. I don�t know if she�d approve of what we�re about to do but truthfully, right now I�m not too concerned with what she�d think. She�s not here. She�s never been here. Kadaj is and always has been. He�s the one who takes care of me. And of Yazoo. He�s the one who keeps us safe from all the mean people who want to capture us and tear our family of three apart. I love him for that. So much. I�m sure a large, pointy stalactite is going come crashing down on me from the ceiling just for thinking this, but Godsdammit, I love Kadaj even more than I love my own mom.

Yeah. I�m a terrible, awful son and ought to be flayed alive. I know.

Pushing all thoughts of Jenova�s potential displeasure out of my mind, I look over my shoulder to witness my bad little brother licking his fingers and the sight is more thrilling and arousing than I thought imaginable. He offers them to me and I accept the first two into my mouth, running my tongue around them, making sure they�re well-coated with moisture because I know where they�re going. Enjoying this a tad too much, he smiles and spends some unnecessary time sliding his slim pale digits in past my lips up to the second knuckle and then sliding them out again, probably imagining I�m sucking on something else. Which I would, by the way, if he told me to. I said I�d do anything for him and I meant it. I�d even fall to my knees and do it without him telling me to; I want to please him that much. Not today, though. Today Kadaj has other ideas for us. When he takes his hand away from my mouth and moves it down out of my vision, I shut my eyes, trying not to resist or fight it when he presses into me, his fingers slick with our saliva.

Realising my tenseness, Yazoo diverts my concentration by rolling his hips underneath me, giving me a teasing tug from the inside. I exclaim at the delightful distraction and gaze down at him in wonder, marvelling at how this lusciously seductive creature ended up as my cloned companion and not someone else�s. Our conception was no accident or act of nature but I feel darn lucky to have him as my brother. In fact, my luck extended so far as to be blessed with two lusciously seductive creatures as my lifelong soul mates and I hold my breath as the one behind me replaces his fingers with another part of him, beginning to penetrate me, very carefully and considerately, not wishing for my first time to be a less-than-pleasant one. Neither of us needs to worry. As he promised there is no pain, only pressure and an odd stretching feeling as his tip breaches my previously unbreached entrance. Never having experienced anything like this before, I remain motionless, barely even breathing, a slight frown rumpling between my brows as I try to get used to having something hard and foreign invading my body.

�You all right?� Kadaj inquires concernedly, halting with his hand on my hipbone. �Do you want me to stop?�

�Nuh uh,� I courageously answer. �I�m good.�

�Yes, you are,� he praises me, starting to push again. �You�re doing very well, Loz. I�m so proud of you.�

His encouraging words are just what I need to hear to make me relax more and I groan as he sinks further in, until his pelvic bone is right against me and he�s up to his hilt. As Yazoo mentioned, he is tremendously skilled at this because it�s not painful in the least to have him fully embedded in me, just makes me feel completely connected to him in a way I�ve never felt before. We are so different in many ways yet we complement each other so very well; the bigness of my frame balancing his petite smallness, my volatile nature tempered by his cool control, my eagerness to obey appeased by his commanding character, my need to be wanted and included fulfilled by his body finally merging with mine. It�s like we were designed for this, to make each other whole, to restore something that we�ve both been missing and have very much needed. For this moment we are not two siblings who continually bicker and fight, or a superior and a soldier; we are kindred � brethren - sharing one form, one heart, one mind.

Feeling it too, Kadaj kisses my shoulder and whispers, �Brother...my brave, beloved brother. Without your strength I would crumble into dust and fade away.�

To hear him say that is the most wonderful thing in the world and I reach back to clutch his hand, too emotionally touched to talk. It�s not just Kadaj I am connecting with; Yazoo is under me and I�m still in him, still very aware of his patient, supportive presence. He�s been silently and attentively watching us, watching my face and the changing expressions there as I let myself be taken, just as involved in this as we are. It�s like he felt it as well, when Kadaj entered me, felt us becoming united. It�s as though we are all fusing on a cellular level; our bodies, our bones, our very blood and tissues combining and mixing the way they used to be before we were split into three separate beings. I feel Kadaj�s chi � his vitality, his energy - flowing into me and mine into my second brother; Yazoo�s aura washing back through both of us like warm, loving light, heating me from the inside out, energising me, making all the materia I�ve absorbed start glittering again. Normal people wouldn�t be able to sense this profoundly deep bonding but we�re special and I�ve never believed that as much as I do right now, with Kadaj inside me and me inside Yazoo; all of us inside each other. We are utterly and wholly joined, linked in flesh and in spirit, just like I had always craved and longed for.

It�s so beautiful I could die.

�Kadaj,� I whimper, attempting to express what I�m experiencing. �You and Yaz... Us...I...�

�We know,� Kadaj assures me, squeezing my hip. �We sense it too.�

I look to Yazoo beneath me and he nods at my wordless question, tenderly touching my face with the pads of his fingers, wiping away tears that I didn�t even realise were there. I turn and press my lips to his palm before he curls his hand around my nape, drawing me down to him.

�We fight as one. Now we join as one,� he breathes, lifting up and kissing me, his mouth passionate and urgent on my own. I savour his honeyed taste as his tongue melds with mine, and then I move downward with a single sure stroke of my hips, feeling Kadaj slipping partially out of me while I plunge into Yazoo. My slimmer sibling responds immediately, throwing his head back and giving one of those low throaty moans, the husky sound causing chills to race along my spine. I shudder as the chills multiply all over my skin, every bit of it rising in goose-bumps, helped greatly by Kadaj gliding gently into me again while licking sensuously between my shoulder blades, his tongue scalding upon my super-sensitized flesh.

I utter some blasphemy about Jenova�s severed head, unable to describe how incredibly intense this is, all three of us having sex at once, but then again, I don�t have to. I know Kadaj and Yazoo are thinking the very same thing. I can feel their pleasure throbbing through me just like I can feel my own. I feel them breathing as though they were my breaths; I feel their pulses thrumming in my veins, their thoughts in my head, their desires; their needs, their emotions. And they feel mine.

I know I don�t have to say it but I do anyway.

�I love you guys,� I gush with a flood of sentimentality, my voice breaking with emotion. �You�re the awesomest brothers ever. You�re the best.�

�As are you, big brother,� Kadaj returns in that panther-purr. �We�ve wanted you to play with us for a long time. Thank you for finally doing so.�

�You�re welcome,� I mumble, nearly sobbing again.

�Hey. Enough crying, Loz.� Kadaj�s gentle joking is accompanied by another sizzling lick of his tongue, this one along the back of my neck. �We�d rather hear you groan.�

I do exactly that when he propels his pelvis forward and pushes himself slickly back into me, a baritone rumble echoing in my chest as he takes charge of my flesh with his. I guess if you were an outsider it would seem unusual that Kadaj is the one doing me since I�m bigger and older than him but honestly, to us it doesn�t matter who�s on top, who�s in the middle or who�s on the bottom. It�s not about dominance or anyone owning anyone because we all belong to each other and we all want the same thing. To unite. To connect. To become complete. Kadaj may be the sword to my scabbard but only because there�s nowhere else for him to put it. It�s not like he�s got a lot of choices. We gotta work with what we have and I�m more than okay with that. Maybe when we do this in the future our roles will interchange and I�ll get a turn with my smaller, younger sibling but for now I�m the one accepting Kadaj into my body, damn grateful for the opportunity too.

As he pulls back and then spears slowly but insistently in, I feel myself opening for him once again, his firm length passing along nerves that were formerly dormant but are now awakened and acutely responsive, sensory sparkles flaring outward from where we are joined, up over my buttocks and lower lumbar, extending all the way down my thighs like electric pinpricks, both hot and cold at the same time. I shiver with the exquisiteness of the experience, not sure what I prefer better; him stretching me anew or the slippery, tugging glide back out. Whichever way, it�s the most erotic, stimulating sensation I�ve ever felt and I want to give that same feeling to Yazoo so I start entering him as Kadaj withdraws from me, sinking into my second brother�s temptingly tight warmth like I want to get lost in it, want to bury myself in it, in him.

�Ah. Ahh, yes,� Yazoo begins coaxing, arching up into me and sliding his hands around my upper arms. �Love me, Loz.�

I respond by sliding back into to him while closing my mouth upon his throat and thirstily sucking the salt from his perfectly pale skin, leaving behind dark purple bruises that I know will be gone by tomorrow. I soon discover that being the one in the centre means that I end up doing most of the work but it also means I can decide how fast we go and how deep. If it was up to Kadaj he�d be banging me quickly and crudely from behind but then I couldn�t get into a proper rhythm with Yazoo and we�d be all clumsily out of sync with each other. With me being the pace-setter we have a steadier tempo and I�m not forced to take more of Kadaj�s thrusting than I feel comfortable with. He�s figured out that he doesn�t need to move much; he can just kneel there on the bed and let me rock back onto him and then benefit from the friction as I pull away. All he has to do is make sure he doesn�t slip out. Likewise, Yazoo can simply lie under me and let himself be loved, although he�s moving more than Kadaj is, raising and swivelling his hips as I push into him, heightening the enjoyment for me as well as himself. As he rubs his hardness on the muscular ridges of my belly, his eyes are closed in rapturous enthrallment and his face is tipped blindly up to the ceiling but I can sense the orgasm that Kadaj denied him earlier beginning to rise once again and knowing that he�s getting more and more excited gets me worked up too.

Also sensing the anticipation between us, Kadaj begins bumping into me, driving a little deeper each time and giving those same short, quiet grunts I heard him do before, when he was doing this to Yazoo. Holding my waist, he shifts his position slightly and something about his angle makes a strong bolt of lust slice through my gut with every bump he gives me. It�s a peculiar feeling, almost hurting but not quite and I can�t get enough of it. My breathing turns harsher and I begin pushing back against him, seating him further in me, relishing the way those grunts of his change into longer, lower groans. An ordinary boy of his age would be squirting his juices all over the place by now but Kadaj remains strictly controlled, timing and delaying his approaching climax so that it will match with ours, proving that he is far from an average teenage kid. I�m still not one hundred percent sure what he is exactly myself; the only thing I�m sure of is that whatever he�s doing to me, it�s working for all of us. His pleasure is my pleasure, and my pleasure becomes Yazoo�s.

Like he is indeed a psychic mind-reader, Kadaj remarks heatedly, �You can feel me, can�t you, Yazoo? You feel me in you as I�m in your older brother.�

�Yes,� Yazoo whispers. �I feel you. I can feel you both.�

Though he must know this already Kadaj demands, �And how do we feel?�

�So good. Oh Gods, Kadaj...� Yazoo moans in overwhelming joy. �So extremely, exceptionally good...�

�Loz?� Kadaj asks in an expectant tone.

�What he said,� I announce breathlessly. �Feel you both. Good.�

�Then let us come, my brothers,� Kadaj instructs authoritatively, like the pack-leader he is. �Let us all come together.�

��Bout damn time,� I grumble, intensifying the speed of my strokes.

With one ultimate aim we move, giving and receiving, pushing and pulling, Yazoo�s legs around me and Kadaj grasping my upper arms for balance. We don�t have much of a rhythm anymore but it doesn�t matter because we�re nearly there, all of us tensing and straining, building higher and higher towards the ultimate plane of oblivion.

�More. Need more,� Yazoo commences gasping. �Hard, Loz. Hurt me. Please, please, please...�

Hearing him beg so needily and frantically causes me to start swearing non-stop and I fuck Yazoo the way he wants, harder and faster than I did before, with an unmerciful savageness like I�m trying to shatter his perfect porcelain beauty, wanting to break his slender form in half and brutally bust him open, leaving him bleeding and broken on the bed like a beaten-up whore. As ferociously aggressive as I am towards my thinner brother, I know he can handle it, just like he could handle being cruelly tortured for hours on end in the name of scientific research. Knowing the same about my levels of endurance, Kadaj is doing the exact thing to me; fucking me like he wants to kill me with his cock, deep stabs of pleasure knifing through my core with each vicious jerk of his hips, all three of us crashing together, colliding, slamming each other violently into the mattress with the sounds of smacking flesh and sticky skin. Mako energy surrounds us in a dazzling green glow; surging through us like emerald flames, blazing brighter and hotter until we are blinded by it, burning up with it, consumed by it.

�Now,� Kadaj pants with urgency. �Now, now. Right now!�

I am not certain who is the first to explode as it seems to happen at the same time; my rough, ramming thrusts sending Yazoo over the edge, his thighs locking tight around my waist and fingers clutching my forearms, almost hard enough to crush bone. Desperately calling both my name and Kadaj�s he bucks with fierce ecstasy underneath me, his gushing liquids coating my stomach. As I�m coming with Yazoo I�m groaning into his scented hair with mindless delirium, spilling myself unstoppably in his hot gripping body; my own shudders and muscular contractions clenching at Kadaj to the back of me. He cries out to Mother in attainment, hips shoving sharply against me, his nails digging into my biceps. I feel him erupting within the centre of my tightened belly; his life-force pouring out and blending with my own, becoming part of me, while mine merges with Yazoo�s. Generated by our synchronized release, a shockwave of electricity thunders through the room, furniture scraping across the floor with the ultrasonic blast and objects rattling on shelves, some of them falling off and smashing onto the ground. The bed itself lurches beneath us, wooden headboard cracking against the stone wall as they hit, small pieces of rock and mineral crystal dropping from the high ceiling and clattering all around us. There is a low, humming vibration in the air and then it rolls away, passing through the walls and absorbing into the atmosphere, leaving it resoundingly quiet and still here in our sleeping chamber.

�Oh my Gods, oh my Gods,� Yazoo is whimpering over and over, shivers of unbearably acute sensation still coursing through his limbs, making him twitch and jolt under me. I�m trembling convulsively too, all my muscles feeling weak and worn-out as though I�ve been pumping iron in the gym for too long. Even Kadaj is shaking uncontrollably, my panting little brother hanging tightly onto me like he might collapse from drained dizziness. I know how he feels. My head is still spinning crazily from the colossal burst of power we just created and if I tried to stand up I�d just topple over again.

Arms too wobbly to support me anymore, I wearily drop to my elbows, leaning my forehead on Yazoo�s, our eyes closed and shallow breaths mingling. He feels feverish, the hair falling across his brow damp with perspiration. My whole body is pulsing from temple to toe and there is sweat cooling and evaporating on every square inch of my skin.

�Is everyone all right?� Kadaj inquires in a tired tone. I grunt and Yazoo gives an assenting nod, both of us too stunned and exhausted to speak just yet. Yazoo uncrosses his ankles from around my waist, gingerly lowering his legs, as if they�re cramped and aching, which they surely must be by now. Lying limply on the bed, my long-haired brother weakly lifts his left hand for Kadaj to take, their fingers lacing together in that constant need for each other�s touch. Not forgetting me, Yazoo hooks an arm around my neck while Kadaj wraps his around my torso, hugging me close and pressing their clasped hands to the top of my chest. We allow a few soundless minutes to recover from our spectacular triple climax, Yazoo beneath me and Kadaj still behind me, his flushed cheek resting against my back while he listens to my heartbeat, the rapid thuds gradually slowing down and turning more regular, perfectly in time with his own and Yazoo�s, our three hearts beating as one.
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