Final Fantasy VII (Kadaj/Yazoo/Loz)
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kinkfestTitle: Play
Author/Artist: GuiltyRed
Beta: YohjiDeranged
Rating: NC17
Warnings: sex and death
Word count: 527
Summary: The Remnants grew closer through play.
Prompt: July 19 – #16. Final Fantasy VII/Advent Children: Kadaj/Yazoo/Loz - Brotherly Love (literally or sweetly) - "Play with me."
A/N: This one took off and veered sharply at the end. I…didn’t expect it to do that.
“Play with me,” he’d said, his hand outstretched. That was all, just an invitation and a gesture.
Yazoo had smiled and accepted that hand, following his larger brother wherever he might lead.
Together they’d explored their bodies, Lifestream and intention made flesh in the form of Man. Loz had gently, shyly tugged down Yazoo’s zipper, stripping away the trappings of a SOLDIER neither of them had ever truly been, yet who filled their every motivation with his own. Loz had stared at the slender and pale form of his brother, so different from his own and yet so familiar. He had touched in ways known to his own flesh, and smiled when Yazoo responded.
* * *
“Play with me,” he said, his smile open and hopeful.
Kadaj took his hand with wary caution. He knew what Loz and Yazoo called “playing” and he wasn’t at all certain he wanted to try it. Still, if he trusted anyone he trusted the two who were the other parts of his soul, and of the two he trusted the bigger one a little more than the chill gunman.
Loz gently, shyly tugged down Kadaj’s zipper, separating his brother from the gear that symbolized his destiny. He caressed skin so similar to his own and Yazoo’s, yet hauntingly unfamiliar. Kadaj gasped and cried out when Loz touched him there, though he didn’t tell him to stop. And when Loz lowered his mouth to kiss there, Kadaj tangled his fingers in his brother’s windswept hair and didn’t let go.
* * *
“Play with me,” he says, catching his brothers in his arms.
Yazoo laughs brightly, knowing how this game will end. He grabs the zipper on Loz’s leather and hauls it down, peeling away the armor that shields the most human of the three from the harshness of the world.
Kadaj stands on tiptoe and flings his arms over Loz’s broad shoulders, lifting himself up to kiss the startled lips. He has learned much since that first time.
Together Yazoo and Kadaj bear their elder brother to the ground, stripping the rest of his gear and their own with practiced ease. As Kadaj slides downward along Loz’s belly, Yazoo plants teasing kisses on the strong jaw, nibbling on the sideburns that just don’t seem to grow on the younger two.
Loz moans when Kadaj shows him just how well he’s learned, licking softly against straining flesh before closing his lips around the head in a hot, wet, lingering kiss.
Yazoo silences him with his own mouth, breathing materia essence into him on a whisper of fire.
* * *
“Together, we’ll play,” he will whisper, determined not to fall.
The Revenant shall have had his way with the youngest, casting him aside when done, not caring that he is broken, that this will break the others as well.
But the three were made too well: there is too much will to ever accept defeat.
In sunlit fields of white, the brothers will finally know what it means to be free, though the way there is lined with pain.
And, though Loz will not be the one to lead, he will be the one to make certain they arrive together.
Yazoo had smiled and accepted that hand, following his larger brother wherever he might lead.
Together they’d explored their bodies, Lifestream and intention made flesh in the form of Man. Loz had gently, shyly tugged down Yazoo’s zipper, stripping away the trappings of a SOLDIER neither of them had ever truly been, yet who filled their every motivation with his own. Loz had stared at the slender and pale form of his brother, so different from his own and yet so familiar. He had touched in ways known to his own flesh, and smiled when Yazoo responded.
* * *
“Play with me,” he said, his smile open and hopeful.
Kadaj took his hand with wary caution. He knew what Loz and Yazoo called “playing” and he wasn’t at all certain he wanted to try it. Still, if he trusted anyone he trusted the two who were the other parts of his soul, and of the two he trusted the bigger one a little more than the chill gunman.
Loz gently, shyly tugged down Kadaj’s zipper, separating his brother from the gear that symbolized his destiny. He caressed skin so similar to his own and Yazoo’s, yet hauntingly unfamiliar. Kadaj gasped and cried out when Loz touched him there, though he didn’t tell him to stop. And when Loz lowered his mouth to kiss there, Kadaj tangled his fingers in his brother’s windswept hair and didn’t let go.
* * *
“Play with me,” he says, catching his brothers in his arms.
Yazoo laughs brightly, knowing how this game will end. He grabs the zipper on Loz’s leather and hauls it down, peeling away the armor that shields the most human of the three from the harshness of the world.
Kadaj stands on tiptoe and flings his arms over Loz’s broad shoulders, lifting himself up to kiss the startled lips. He has learned much since that first time.
Together Yazoo and Kadaj bear their elder brother to the ground, stripping the rest of his gear and their own with practiced ease. As Kadaj slides downward along Loz’s belly, Yazoo plants teasing kisses on the strong jaw, nibbling on the sideburns that just don’t seem to grow on the younger two.
Loz moans when Kadaj shows him just how well he’s learned, licking softly against straining flesh before closing his lips around the head in a hot, wet, lingering kiss.
Yazoo silences him with his own mouth, breathing materia essence into him on a whisper of fire.
* * *
“Together, we’ll play,” he will whisper, determined not to fall.
The Revenant shall have had his way with the youngest, casting him aside when done, not caring that he is broken, that this will break the others as well.
But the three were made too well: there is too much will to ever accept defeat.
In sunlit fields of white, the brothers will finally know what it means to be free, though the way there is lined with pain.
And, though Loz will not be the one to lead, he will be the one to make certain they arrive together.
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Date: 2007-07-20 05:27 am (UTC)*breathes*
*SOBS*
*breathes*
I ent (http://starherd.livejournal.com/208204.html) you.
This is wonderful and perfect and, and, and... *melts into a puddle of goo*
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Date: 2007-08-05 09:00 pm (UTC)But...shouldn't we have dinner first?
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Date: 2007-08-05 09:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-27 09:44 pm (UTC)beg for handoutswrite for food. ~_^no subject
Date: 2007-07-21 03:31 am (UTC)I absolutely <3 this last line. It ties the entire piece together. To me it seems like each part is the passage of breath. I also like the way this is set up, with the Play with me of each brothers and them joining in the last paragraph.
Though there are three parts for three brothers, the fourth brings them together. Here's an interesting snippet I found earlier in the day before I read this:
In number symbolism, the logic of the number four follows from that of the previous three.
One represents the male principle, the "yang". It is raw energy, positive, original and creative. In the creative process it is the original spark of an idea.
Two is the feminine principle, the "yin". It is the gestational period in which things begin to form, the earth into which the seed of one’s idea is planted. In the creative process there is almost always a similar period when an original impulse "cooks" for a time, even if only in sleep or distraction.
Three is the synthesis of one and two. It is ideation and self-expression, the creation itself, the finished idea.
Four is the material manifestation of three, the actual physical realisation, order and systematisation of the idea. It is the making real of the dream represented by three.
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Date: 2007-08-05 09:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-05 09:03 pm (UTC)