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Disclaimer:  I don't own these two bishies.  Meh.
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A/N:  Yeah... I don't really care if its incest, I had to write this.  I absolutely ADORE these two. It was originally going to be a short one shot, but I realized I like writing about them too much.  So I'm planning on a few more chapters in the future.  Not much more then masturbation this time around.  Other things will happen in later chapters.
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This fic is also meant to be very sweet.  So enjoy and beware the cute fluffyness.  X3
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If you notice any mistakes, please let me know so I can correct them.  Constructive criticism is also appreciated.
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Summary:  (Advent Children) Alone and in the middle of nowhere, Kadaj and Yazoo are caught in a cold storm.  Then an attempt to keep warm by sharing a sleeping bag leads further then originally intended.  Kadaj x Yazoo.
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This chapter involves solo masturbation, mutual masturbation and lots of fluff. Kupo..
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*Updates: (2/16/05) Re-uploaded with several corrections and minor changes.  *stabs OpenOffice and AFF* Deh dun like me much X<
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Opal
Tides

By Rujkah Xephiros

Chapter
1

No
Wish To Dream

Through the fog and evening mist bright
emerald eyes caught the landscape in all its cold loneliness. For as
far as his elliptical pupils could see it was nothing but dry, rocky
plains of dirt and dust. The sky was gray with the ripples of clouds
that loomed over the earth like a lingering evil that stayed to watch
the miserable wasteland swallow every creature that dared tread under
its cold gaze and let not even a glimmer of sun shine through. Wind
seldom even granted a small breeze to brush through the lifeless
land, but when it did it blew with cold daggers that pierced the skin
like needles. There was almost no life in this place, only death, and
what was there was dismal and miserable. Little more then dead brush
and half-buried bones of the long deceased dwelt here.

....This place was hell.

A blast of bullets being fired through
the dreary fog broke the tense silence and a flock of frightened
crows fled from their perch among a dead tree.

He watched them idly, coldly. Not
caring whether he had hit any of them or not. He stared even after
they had all flown far into the distance, their hoarse cries echoing
through the emptiness. He wasn't sure how long after they left he
searched the landscape, looking for nothing in particular. Perhaps a
glimpse of life, as futile as it was.

“Kadaj.” A soft, calm, and
familiar male voice said, gently breaking the endless contemplation
of nothing.

Kadaj shifted just slightly, enough to
look at his brother, not bothering with the strands of silver hair
that obscured his vision.

“What are you doing?” Yazoo
asked solemnly, but with a hint of disapproval.

Kadaj just continued to stare. This
time at his sibling, as cold and emotionless as Yazoo's face always
seemed to be, he was easier to look at then their dull surroundings.
Much easier.

He looked down at the weapon in his
little brothers hand. “My gun...”

Kadaj lifted Velvet Nightmare to eye
level. “You want it back?”

Yazoo just shrugged distantly.

Catching a glimpse of something in the
distance, their leader turned and started shooting again.

“You shouldn't waste the
ammunition.” Yazoo said calmly after Kadaj's finger ceased and
the thunderous blasts of the weapon echoed off into silence. “I
don't have much left.”

With a huff, Kadaj turned and shoved
the weapon into his older brothers arms. “I'm bored.”

Yazoo placed it back in its holster.
“When will Loz be back?”

“Probably not 'til tomorrow.”
He answered and smirked. That damn idiot got himself in over his head
again. He was always overestimating himself, despite the fact that he
was a one-hundred and eighty pound pile of crybaby, especially
without his siblings. It was something Kadaj found to be hilarious,
if not annoying at times. A big man like that always whining like a
child.

Why couldn't he be more like Yazoo?
Take one look at him and you'd judge him as small, vulnerable,
delicate, even frail. But that's not what he was, far from it. He was
strong, confident, agile and skilled. He rarely shows any sign of
fear, anxiety or uncertainty. And he was unquestioningly obedient. He
knew the meaning of cooperation. He knew how to work as a team. And
he never wavered or disagreed. He was a perfect comrade.

Loz, on the other hand, is
unpredictable, disagreeable and argumentative at times. Kadaj decided
to leave him behind after he got caught up in some stupid drunken bar
brawl that went too far in that junk yard they call Midgar. Just to
teach his big brother a lesson. By now he was probably locked in a
cage trying to conjure in that small brain of his a way to get out.

Oh, Kadaj knew he'd be let go at least
by morning. Until then he and Yazoo had found a not-so-nice little
spot in the middle of nowhere to hide out and wait for him to catch
up.

Yazoo brushed some dust off his
shoulder, causing his comrade to look over at him. A short gust of
wind went by, lifting their long silver locks into flutters and
whips.

“...It's been a while since we've
been alone like this.” Kadaj pointed out. “It's pretty
quiet when Loz isn't around.”

“Yes.” Yazoo agreed in the
same calm fashion as he always did.

The teenager watched him calmly until
their eyes met.

Yazoo lingered a gaze at Kadaj's bright
green orbs before he spoke again. “It will be dark soon. We
should start a fire. It will be cold tonight.”

“Right. I'll gather some wood,
you make a pit.” Kadaj said and darted off to the tree he had
been shooting at earlier with youthful enthusiasm.

Several minutes later the skies were
beginning to darken. Yazoo returned from wondering about the area to
the place where they parked their motorcycles and looked over at the
tree again to see Kadaj swinging on one of the branches of the tree
like a little kid, trying to detach it. He imagined his leader wasn't
going to dull his precious sword by trying to chop down trees with
it, and the dead wood was probably very weak by now anyway.

Yazoo kneeled down and began to
carefully place the stones he had gathered in a circle. Suddenly he
heard a loud yelp and lifted his head just in time to watch his
brother fall as the branch broke. Smirking amusedly, he continued and
as he lay the last stone, Kadaj returned, his arms full of broken
branches that he dropped next to the pit.

“There.” He said, brushing
his hands together with a job well done.

Yazoo smiled at him. “You're
having too much fun.”

“Who, me?” The teenager sat
down in front of a large boulder across from his sibling and began to
place the wood in the pit. It took only a call of materia to catch
the branches ablaze.

“These are dry.” Yazoo
pointed out. “They will burn too fast.”

“Well, that's all there is around
here.”

“We may need more.” He
said, glancing over at the pile of wood, then to Kadaj. “You
didn't get any splinters, did you?”

“No, I didn't get any splinters.”
The Kadaj said, a bit snobbishly. “Have we got any food left?”

“I think there's a little
something in that bag, but its a bit old.”

“Hmm.” Kadaj looked up at
the now blackened sky and shivered.

Yazoo stood and walked over to their
motorcycles, returning shortly with a large blanket and something
small wrapped in plastic. He sat down next to Kadaj and cloaked the
blanket over them both, which was big enough to cover each of them
easily, then unwrapped the food.

Kadaj leaned over to peek at it. “What
is it?”

His comrade pulled it from its package.
“Short bread... I think.” He broke it in half and handed
a piece to his brother.

As they started nibbling on their meal,
if you could even call it that, Kadaj sniffled unsatisfactorily.
“This is stale.”

“It's all we have, unless you can
sleep with an empty stomach.”

He grumbled and took another bite. “I
think the vultures are eating better then we are.”

“Oh, yeah.” Yazoo said.
“What I wouldn't give for some nice, juicy, rotting carcass
right now.”

Kadaj laughed. How he did enjoy the
rare occasion when his brother showed he did indeed have a sense of
humor.

As they finished Yazoo tossed the
plastic aside and leaned back against the boulder behind them. Kadaj
shivered again, the night growing cooler. The older sibling was quick
to reach over and wrap the blanket tighter over both of them, moving
himself closer in the process in an attempt to keep his leader warm.
The fire helped a little, but not enough.

“Are you warm enough, little
brother?” Yazoo asked attentively.

“I'm alright. It's not that
cold.” Kadaj said softly and gave a short yawn.

“Sleep then.”

Several minutes passed with nothing but
the crackling sounds of the fire as the two of them gazed into the
warm light. Feeling his eyelids grow heavy, Kadaj closed them,
leaning on Yazoo a bit. He felt his body and mind drift between
awareness and sleep and loose track of time for a while, until he
felt his brother stir and shift, which roused him awake.

He opened his eyes, feeling them
protest with weight and blurriness, and looked over at Yazoo, who
seemed to be polishing something with a corner of the blanket they
were wrapped in.

Yazoo looked over at him. “Oh...
I'm sorry.”

“What's that?”

He lifted his hands, and showed his
sibling a small stone. “I found an opal...”

“Out here?”

“Yes.” He answered and held
it up with his thumb and index finger so the light of the fire could
illuminate its shades of blues and yellows and greens as brilliant as
their aqua-emerald eyes.

“Strange.” Kadaj said as he
admired it. “I like it.”

Yazoo handed the stone over to his
companion. “Then it's yours.”

He shook his head. “You found it.
Keep it.”

“I'm giving it to you.”

“Well, I'm not taking it.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I'm not.”

“I insist.”

“Alright, fine. But I'm sharing
it with you, so just put it in your pocket.”

Yazoo smiled at his siblings
playfulness and did as he was told.

Kadaj stretched a bit, as much as he
could without unclothing the blanket, then trembled with a growl and
curled up closer to his big brother.

Yazoo wrapped his arms around Kadaj and
adjusted the blanket. The teenager just growled again.

“What's wrong, Kadaj?”
Yazoo asked gently, but as if he was used to dealing with his
brothers random mood swings.

“Nnn.. nothing.” Kadaj
whined the word more then spoke it.

“You can tell me...” Yazoo
said softly.

Kadaj embraced him and buried his face
in his neck, annoyed by the leather in his way. He could barely smell
his hair and his skin, which was always the gentle sweetness of
vanilla and lavender.

“Just relax.” He whispered
and began to run his fingers through his siblings hair. “Try to
sleep.”

“I... don't know if I can.”

Yazoo simply continued the gentle
motion, trying to sooth his brother to his dreams. He soon closed his
eyes, hoping they could both find the temporary oblivion to relieve
them of this world for a few precious hours.

Suddenly, through the darkness, Kadaj
spoke up once again and softly murmured, “Yazoo...”

Yazoo opened his eyes. “...Yes?”

“I... can't sleep...”

Yazoo took a deep breath. “Well,
keep trying. You need your rest. I don't think you've had a decent
nights sleep in days.”

Kadaj groaned. At least that much was
true, but still... The younger sibling blinked as he felt something
small and cold fall on his arm, then his face. The two of them looked
up at the sky. “Oh... wonderful.”

“I'll set up a tent. Try to stay
dry.” Yazoo said as he uncoiled himself from the blanket and
walked over to their bikes.

Kadaj stood up, wrapping the blanket
around himself and crouching in front of the fire, which would soon
go out as the rain began to fall faster.

Yazoo put the tent up as fast as he
could, but it still didn't save them from the rain. The water quickly
began to come down hard and heavy, and they were both soaked by the
time they could scurry inside, making sure to leave their muddied
boots near the exit.

“Think you could've taken any
longer?” Kadaj said sarcastically, tossing the blanket on Yazoo
as the two wet boys plunked their rumps down inside the tent, then
rustled his wet hair in an attempt to dry it somewhat.

“Well, you could have helped.”
Yazoo pointed out, then grabbed a sleeping bag and a pillow, and
threw them at Kadaj. He had also brought in a small lantern, which
was now burning brightly in the corner. “You get to lay that
out.”

“We need another one.”

“There aren't any.”

Kadaj looked up to see his brother pull
the blanket off his head.

“We have that and this blanket,
which is wet now. So we're gonna have to share. We don't have a lot
of carrying space on our bikes, you know. Besides, we'll stay warmer
that way.” He said and looked down at his suit, now cold and
wet, deciding it would be best to take it off. “Yek...”

Kadaj sighed, never having faced this
problem many times before, as they were usually able to find an inn
or some other kind of shelter, or it was at least tolerable whether.
He untied the bag and began to roll it out. “There.”
Kadaj said within moments, having it spread out and open.

“Thank you, brother.” Yazoo
said, laying his jacket flat at the edge of the tent and removing his
tight undershirt. “Take those wet clothes off before you catch
a cold.”

“Yes, mommy.” Kadaj joked
in a bit of a nasal tone and began to remove his jacket.

Feeling the cold, Yazoo quickly slipped
out of his pants and set them aside to dry, then clambered over to
the sleeping bag and rolled himself up in it before he took a deep
breath and shivered.

“Alright, move over. Bed hog.”
Kadaj said, free of his damp suit and also feeling the chill. It was
growing darker as the fire outside was now reduced to smoke.

Yazoo sat up slightly, backing up to
give Kadaj enough room to slip inside, both brothers now stripped
down to their underclothes.

The older sibling zipped it up all the
way and let the two of them settle in. Soon they were both lying
curled up next to each other, facing each other in near total
darkness. For several minutes they laid back and relaxed, waiting to
warm up. Aside from the lantern, which Yazoo had now dimmed, the only
light was the subtle glow of their eyes and the moon that let off but
the slightest amount of illumination through the clouds. The sound of
the rain was constant, but soothing. As was the crisp scent of the
cool night air.

Yazoo watched with tired eyes, but his
companions were open and staring at nothing in particular. He
appeared to be deep in thought.

“Kadaj...” The gentle,
songful voice of Yazoo spoke softly. He was so close the teenager
could feel his warm breath graze his cheek.

Kadaj's eyes flickered to his brothers,
curiously broken from whatever he was thinking.

“Can you sleep yet?” He
said softly.

“I donno...” Kadaj
whispered, lowering his eyes uneasily.

Yazoo placed a hand on the side of
Kadaj's head and began to stroke his hair again.

Kadaj took a deep breath, enjoying the
gentle motion, then shivered slightly.

“Are you still cold, little
brother?” Yazoo asked concernedly and wrapped his arms around
Kadaj, pulling him closer.

Kadaj blinked, then whimpered and
resisted Yazoo in a bit of a panic.

Yazoo blinked, confused. “Why do
you push me away?”

“I... I'm not...” Kadaj
whispered apologetically.

“I'm only trying to keep you
warm...” Yazoo said softly. “It's alright.”

“No... wait...”

Gently, Yazoo pulled his sibling close
to him again, but stopped when he felt something hard press against
his abdomen. He blinked and looked down at Kadaj, who's face was now
turning a bright shade of red in the dim light.

“I... I'm... sorry...”

Yazoo paused a moment, then, to Kadaj's
surprise, smiled gently. “It's alright, Kadaj. It's natural.
There's nothing to be ashamed of.”

Kadaj looked up at him, but only
briefly, finding he couldn't look his brother in the eye.

Yazoo stroked Kadaj's hair again and
kissed his forehead, able to feel his companions heart racing against
his chest.

“Oh... o... kay...?”
Confusion was evident in Kadaj's voice. He could feel that his
unintentionally awakened flesh was still pressing against his
siblings flat abdomen through the thin cloth, who seemed in no hurry
to remove it.

Yazoo placed a hand on Kadaj's chin and
lifted his head. “Kadaj, look at me.”

He reluctantly shifted his eyes upward
to meet his companions.

“I love you... I... I want... to
make you happy...”

“You... what...?” He asked,
surprised and uncertain.

He smiled kindly, the slightest blush
on his face. “Are you attracted to me?” Yazoo asked
coyly, sounding uncertain himself.

“Am I...what?” Kadaj
repeated the question somewhere between disbelief and appeasement. He
couldn't deny it. He knew Yazoo was gorgeous, but he had never
imagined their relationship going anywhere beyond brotherly. Having
gotten... aroused while in such intimate quarters with Yazoo wasn't
something he intended to do, and but since it has he would have
expected a much different reaction from Yazoo. “What are you
saying? Doesn't that bother you?”

“No.” Was Yazoo's simple
reply. “Why should it?”

“Well... uh...” Kadaj
sputtered. As if it wasn't obvious.

“I said it was okay.” Yazoo
insisted softly, then touched his forehead to his brothers. “So
don't look so confused.”

Kadaj blinked and gazed at his sibling
for a moment.

“It's okay...” Yazoo
repeated. “I love you. I want to make you happy.... If it's
what you want, I'm yours...”

Kadaj's eyes explored his brothers face
past silver hair, which shined in the dim lantern light. The glow of
Yazoo's beautiful eyes was warm and inviting and put Kadaj at ease
with the affection in them. He quivered slightly with lingering
hesitation.

Yazoo gave him a gentle nuzzle then
took a moment to lightly graze his lips across Kadaj's. He looked his
young companion in the eye, waiting for his response.

Kadaj bit his lip nervously, again at
pause, but when his older sibling nuzzled him again, he didn't have
to lean in very far to make their lips touch.

Yazoo closed his eyes and returned his
companions kiss, tenderly stroking his cheek and hair again. They
brought their lips apart and back together several times, tediously
kissing and gently nuzzling and caressing.

Kadaj uncoiled his arms crossed
nervously in front of him and timidly touched Yazoo's chest with
trembling hands.

Yazoo took one of Kadaj's hands and
pressed it against his skin, gently guiding it along his torso,
inviting his little brother to touch him more.

Kadaj began to massage his siblings
upper body, lightly grazing his hard nipples. He soon felt Yazoo's
other hand descend, teasingly running his fingers across the curves
and crevices of his brothers young, strong torso. Before he knew it,
Yazoo's gentle hand was petting the area just above his groin,
lightly grazing his erection through his skivvies, sending tickling
shivers through his body. He couldn't help but giggle, breaking their
kisses.

Yazoo grinned amusedly. “You are
ticklish, aren't you? How cute.” He grabbed the cloth around
his siblings waist and tried to pull it down, but with a whimper,
Kadaj grabbed his hand to halt him.

“Yazoo... I... I don't...”
Kadaj said shakily.

He looked at Kadaj concernedly. “You
don't want to...?” He asked, the slightest hint of
disappointment in his voice.

“I don't... know...” He
said, lowering his eyes.

Yazoo paused and bit his lip, then said
apologetically, “I... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have...”
He tried to pull his hand away, but Kadaj maintained a firm grip on
his wrist.

“No... wait...” Kadaj's
eyes wondered wearily, releasing his wrist to place his hand on the
back of his brothers and slowly guide it down the front of his
skivvies.

Yazoo watched interestedly as his
sibling closed his eyes and he felt his hand brush past soft hair,
and with Kadaj's assistance, rub against his hard member. He smiled,
hearing his young companion take a deep, but timid breath as he
touched his little brothers hard, but at the same time delicate penis
for the first time, feeling the heat and slight pulsation as his open
palm was pushed up and down over the sensitive flesh. After a few
soft strokes he pulled his hand back up, coaxing Kadaj's away to let
him take over entirely. He grabbing the fabric and pulled it down to
expose his genitals, then put the tip of his index finger just at the
base of Kadaj's erection and began to run it up the shaft until it
was resting on the sensitive tip. Pausing a moment to bite his lip,
he rubbed it gently.

Kadaj parted his lips and he let out a
slight gasp at the sensation, tensing up a bit as his companion
touched him.

Yazoo's eyes wondered down and he took
in the sight of his brothers body, having never really taken a good
look. “Kadaj... I don't think I've ever realized what an
attractive young man you've grown up to be...” His gaze rested
on Kadaj's genitals, and what he was doing to them. He brought his
other hand down and started to caress his siblings penis with both of
them, lightly squeezing and giving long, slow strokes.

“Ahh... Yazoo...” The
younger one moaned softly, glancing up at him with glossy, lusty eyes
and clutching his shoulders. His breathing was becoming heavy and
deep and his stomach muscles tensed and relaxed as the sensations
overcame him.

“I mean it... You're
beautiful...” Yazoo complemented again with a smile and a light
nuzzle.

“Nnnn... ahhh...” Was all
Kadaj could manage to respond with.

Yazoo smiled again. He could tell Kadaj
was enjoying it as he began to slightly move his body in time with
his strokes. And that fact made Yazoo enjoy it as well. It also
aroused him, as he felt his own loins begin to tingle.

Suddenly, Kadaj's eyes shot open and he
let out a stifled cry, tensing and curling to his brothers chest,
surprising Yazoo when he felt the warm, sticky liquid pour into his
hands.

They both froze, and after a few
moments, Kadaj looked up at his sibling with a very sheepish look on
his face along with the reddest blush yet. “...Uhh.....
Oops..... sorry....”

“...It's okay.” Yazoo said
kindly, giving Kadaj's manhood a few more light strokes, primarily to
gather any stray fluid, most of which he had managed to catch in his
hands.

“Nnn..” Kadaj bit his lip
and pulled back, hoping he didn't ruin the moment too badly. Then
watched Yazoo bring his hands up, which were now covered in his
reproductive cream.

“Well... maybe you can get some
sleep now.” He said, staring at his hands with a slight frown
as if trying to figure out a way to clean them off. Being a bit of a
neat nick he wasn't about to wipe it just wherever.

Kadaj blinked. Sleep? He didn't want to
sleep. He didn't want to stop. And he hoped Yazoo wasn't too unhappy
with him. He tried to find something to say, but was mentally kicking
himself too hard to think of anything.

Yazoo began to shift, probably to leave
the sleeping bag and find a towel, but Kadaj stopped him. In a
desperate attempt to sustain the mood, the younger brother grabbed
Yazoo's hands and began to lap at them with his tongue, licking at
the sticky, salty mess, wanting to let Yazoo know he wanted to
continue, and hoping that his sibling found the sight of him tasting
his own creamy bodily fluid arousing.

Yazoo gave a gentle smile and watched
contently as Kadaj licked the cups of his palms, took each finger
into his mouth, and moved his tongue into each crevice between his
fingers, exploring every inch making sure to find every bit of his
seed on his brothers skin.

He finally spoke up when his younger
sibling still had two of his fingers in his mouth. “Kadaj...”
He said softly, causing his companion to look up at him, letting the
fingers slip out of his mouth. “How did it feel?”

Kadaj blinked and smiled coyly with a
blush, but couldn't muster and answer.

“Better then when you do it
yourself?”

With a moments hesitation, he nodded
and blushed more.

“You like it when I touch you
then?” Yazoo smiled and rolled onto his back, looking rather
alluring lying there will his nearly nude, lean body, his long hair
fanned out over the pillow and his bangs hanging in his face barely
obstructing the flushed look of lust and desire there. Kadaj could
tell by just looking into his heavily lidded eyes he was very much
aroused. “Would you like to touch me now?” He asked, a
playful smile lingering on his face.

Kadaj smiled and nodded again.

“Then go ahead.” He said
and took a deep breath in anticipation. He wanted to watch Kadaj, to
see what he would do in the inexperience that he knew he had, but his
little brother hesitated bashfully. Yazoo took the liberty to start
himself, beginning by reaching down and removing his skivvies,
releasing his erection from such confines. “You watch me now.”

Kadaj's eyes wondered slowly from
Yazoo's face down to his groin, all the while taking in the beauty of
his exquisite body, following Yazoo's hands as they snaked around his
sensitive member. Satisfied that Kadaj was watching, he spread his
legs and began to slowly stroke it with both hands.

“Mmmm...” Yazoo mewled
softly as he closed his eyes and bit his lip. Feeling Kadaj's eyes on
him made it so much more erotic and exciting and he wondered what his
brother was thinking just then. He touched himself invitingly,
letting one hand wonder over his thighs and stomach and dip down to
massage his ballocks while the other traveled up and down the length
of his penis again and again, pleasuring him further. “Ahh....
ohhh...” He moaned softly again before turning to look at Kadaj
with glossy, lustful eyes.

Kadaj lifted his staring orbs to look
at his companions face, who was quick to smile at him, then reach out
and take one of the teenagers hands. He gave no resistance and let
Yazoo curl his fingers around the hard penis he had been stroking.
Kadaj moved closer to his sibling, becoming more comfortable and
feeling the heat and stiffness of his brothers flesh in his hand,
letting Yazoo guide his strokes.

“Ahhh... Kadaj...” He cooed
after pulling his hands away to let Kadaj work him independently,
clutching the cloth under him with his now free fingers. “Mmm...
oh... gods...” He pushed his head back and arched his back
slightly, gasping in deep breaths as he began to gently buck into his
siblings hands.

Kadaj watched longingly, then leaned
over to kiss Yazoo's chest, slowly moving up his neck leaving soft,
damp kisses as he continued to rub his brothers sensitive erection.
Quickening this motion, he felt one of Yazoo's hands bury itself in
his silvery hair as he began to kiss his face, his companions heavy,
warm breaths grazing his cheek and causing his hair to flutter a bit.

Yazoo felt his little brother move over
him, straddling his hips and moving his hand faster as his breaths
were reduced to quick gasps and panting moans.

Just as he was reaching the brink,
Kadaj stopped.

He whined his protest and opened his
eyes to see his sibling propping himself up with his arms above
Yazoo, looking rather flushed, his chest rising and falling with deep
breaths and his eyes closed. “Kadaj...?”

Kadaj looked down at his brother
through half lidded eyes, and after a moment, thrust his hips
sharply, causing Yazoo to let out a gasping moan with the sudden
friction.

That's when Yazoo realized that his
younger sibling had become aroused once again. He was a bit surprised
at first, but he already knew they had better stamina then normal
humans.

Kadaj moved his hips again, roughly
rubbing their erections together.

Yazoo whimpered. He was at the point
where he had to come, now. He brought his hands down
and grasped both their members and began to stroke them in unison.

Kadaj sighed, feeling his loins being
pleasured by his brothers hands once again. He stared down at his
beautiful companion, watching him, and Yazoo gazed back. Their
breaths came deep and fast, their eyes stayed locked, admiring each
others beauty, how different and yet so similar they were.

Yazoo closed his eyes for only a
moment, taking a long, deep breath, then moving his hands faster,
squeezing gently when he pulled up the shafts. He stared moaning in
time with the motion, then let one hand stay at the heads of their
erections. Squeezing them together, he moved his index finger between
them to rub the sensitive tips.

“Ahhh..” Kadaj moaned
softly, the sensations increasing in his groin as his brothers penis
and hands rubbed against him.

Their erections pulsated against each
other almost in unison and Yazoo was beginning to feel droplets of
warm, sticky liquid drip around his fingers. Their bodies were
covered in a thin sheet of sweat that caused their skin to shimmer in
the dim light, and the air around them was lustily hot and humid.

Amidst the moans and pants and the
friction in their loins, Kadaj moved a hand up and touched Yazoo's
cheek, lovingly caressing it. “Yazoo...” He whispered,
his aqua-emerald eyes glowing affectionately.

“....Ka...daj....” Yazoo
cooed breathlessly, swallowing his moans for a moment. But the
calmness was short lived.

“Ahhh!!” Yazoo had held out
as long as he could, but no longer. He threw his head back and cried
out as his muscles tensed and he felt the hot liquid rush up his
member and shoot across his stomach, spilling over his hands and both
their erections as well.

Kadaj reached his climax only moments
later, not needing much after watching his brothers ejaculation.
Moaning loudly, he released his seed as well, most streaming out
across Yazoo to mingle with his previous release.

Both of them collapsed exhaustedly and
stayed lying close as they came down from their orgasmic high..

“...Ohh... Yazoo...” Kadaj
said softly as he lay on top of his sibling, trying to catch his
breath.

Yazoo smiled and wrapped his arms
around his little brother, running his fingertips up and down his
back soothingly after lightly wiping whatever small drops of semen
that clung to his hands on the inside of the sleeping bag, not caring
about cleanliness at the moment. “Kadaj... my beautiful
Kadaj...” Yazoo said softly and affectionately. “How I
love you so...”

Kadaj lifted his head to look at his
new lover, who everything but purred with contentment. They kissed,
gently pecking and caressing with soft, and exhausted lips. “I
love you too, Yazoo...” Kadaj said, coyly lowering his head the
slightest bit.

Yazoo ran his fingers through his
siblings soft hair. “It's late...” He pointed out, a
thoughtful smile on his face. “You sleep now, little brother.”

Kadaj shook his head. “I don't
want morning to come...” He laid his head back down on his big
brothers chest and sighed. “I want to stay like this... just...
a little bit longer...” He did want sleep, it was obvious he
was tired. But at the same time he didn't want to leave Yazoo, even
if it was just for the remainder of the night. He wanted to be held
and caressed by him. He wanted to listen to his heart beat and his
breathing, take in his gentle scent and the soft touch of his skin.
This moment felt so perfect, and he wanted it to last forever. “Will
you hold me until I fall asleep?”

“I will hold you until the end of
time if that is what makes you happy, my brother.” Yazoo
promised and kissed his younger siblings forehead. “Sleep in my
arms tonight and await my kiss in the morning...”

Kadaj nodded, appeased by his words.
“Okay...” He then snuggled into Yazoo's chest and closed
his eyes. “Goodnight, Yazoo...”

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

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That's it for now.  Hope you enjoyed, I know I enjoyed writing it.
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Check back later for more chapters.  Next one involves a toy... and that's all I'm gonna tell you!  X3  Mehehe...
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