Everything Beautiful (FFVII yaoi, Loz/Yazoo, Loz/Kadaj/Yazoo, Dark #38 Eden) Title: Everything Beautiful Fandom: FFVII Pairing: Loz/Yazoo, Loz/Kadaj/Yazoo Theme set and #: Dark Theme, #38 Eden. Disclaimer: Don’t own. Rating: R Summary: Kadaj runs into something he thinks he’s not supposed to see. Warning: Triplecest! Word count: 1979
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I don’t know what the meaning of this is. I don’t know what makes it so special. I know they can see me and I know they know I can see them. That’s why it’s so sacred.
Perhaps it’s the way Yazoo shies from Loz’s touch. His eyes fall down and cheeks blush. So unlike him. So different. So wrong. He backs away just slightly, not because he’s afraid, but because he’s not sure what to do. It is new to him and it’s obvious that he wishes it, but he’s not sure what exactly.
Perhaps it’s the fear obvious on Loz’s face. Loz is never scared. Up until now, he seemed unable to feel that emotion, but when faced with this, he lingers for just a second before joining the tips of his fingers with Yazoo’s cheek.
Yazoo sighs and the sound reminds too much of sadness. Perhaps it’s the realization that this is futile. When faced with what they are about to do, everything else fades in comparison. Loz hums, not because he wants to, but because he sometimes seems unable in stopping everything in his mind from surfacing.
Yazoo doesn’t seem to mind. At least not from the smile he makes as he touches the vibrating skin with the back of his fingers. Not from the way he joins his cheek with that place as well. He leaves a butterfly kiss on the clavicle before whispering something I cannot hear.
How they manage this dance so slowly and perfectly escapes me. Loz is not a patient individual, but then he lowers his palms to Yazoo’s shoulders and just remains there, not moving. They both seem so out of character, so different from the way they face the rest of the world.
That’s why it’s so special. That’s why it’s so sacred.
That’s why it’s secret.
They pull each other closer, even though they’re so entwined already that they seem like one person instead of two. Loz takes a strand of long silver hair and pulls it through his fingers. Yazoo just smiles and touches Loz’s cheek. Their dance seems to last forever. Then Yazoo lowers his body backwards, showing once again how agile he really is. Like a true warrior. Loz keeps his hands on that body firmly, sliding them down as the upper part falls beyond his reach.
Then he lowers too, though not as easily, and places the zipper of the coat between his lips. Then he pulls. The sound is so different from the softness of their movements. But in the end, the leather slides off and reveals pale skin.
Loz stops being as timid and doesn’t mind leaving kisses, marking the body as the territory of his own. Yazoo doesn’t mind tensing and hissing.
It’s still as sacred. Even as Yazoo tries to squirm his way out of the long outfit. Even as Loz helps him, stopping their dance for just a second.
The moment Loz’s lips touch the navel, the dance is brought back and alive. Yazoo looks like a wave, like fine cloth or water falling under the touch.
I still sit and look at them. They still know I’m there. I don’t know what they are planning to do. They don’t mind sharing it with me.
Yazoo is still twisted in a way I could not do. Loz is still looming over him, protecting him better than I ever could. Somehow, things start making sense. And I keep still, trying to blend with the surrounding.
Yazoo keeps his legs firm around Loz’s waist even as he is trying to get out of his jacket. He seems so torn between keeping his hands on the naked flesh and trying to bare his own. And Yazoo still looks like a wave.
Then he looks at me. I don’t notice it at first, so taken aback with the sight I’ve never even dreamed of before. I never could have imagined it. I never would have believed it to be this mesmerizing.
“Come,” he mimics with his lips and I do not believe my eyes. Then Loz looks at me as well and smiles. “Come,” Yazoo mimics again.
I’m not quite sure how or why it happens, but my feet seem to have a mind of their own and they take me to my brothers quickly. I seat myself next to them and observe. Yazoo’s back is bent over Loz’s legs. Loz is the first one to touch me.
I back away, like a frightened animal, unused to that form of touch. Yet, after a second, his palm makes my cheek fall onto it.
Yazoo gets up and keeps himself seated between Loz’s legs. His palm finds its way to my other cheek. I’m not sure what to do.
We’ve been living for so long and this is the first time I’ve ever felt alive, with both my brothers’ fingers running through my hair or the way I let myself fall onto Yazoo’s shoulder. The way Loz’s strong hands encircle me and keep all three of us together. He’s stronger than both of us and we depend on him alone.
“It’s good, Kadaj,” Loz whispers straight into my ear. “It feels good.”
I can smell both of them. Loz like earth and Yazoo like water. Then I must be the air. And it makes sense now. I don’t think much before putting my hand on Loz’s jacket and unzipping it. He doesn’t say a word. Though, I see his eyes following my other hand on my own garb.
I still don’t know where this is going. I have no idea what we are doing. But that doesn’t matter. I trust them. I trust us.
That’s why it’s holy.
I never knew touch could make me feel all that. I’m not sure what that is. It’s different from anything I ever felt. It’s different but it makes sense. It makes me moan because, in some strange way, my mind decides it’s the way to make it happen again. Surprisingly, it’s right.
Loz laughs. Yazoo laughs as well. I join them because I don’t see a reason why not.
Then Yazoo kisses me. I’ve never been kissed before. I’ve seen humans do it. I never knew my brothers did it. I never found the reason to think about it.
It makes me feel weak. It makes my stomach react in a strange way that makes my body lose control. My muscles stop their support and I fall fluidly, but instead of reaching cold floor, I find my back pressed into Loz’s strong chest. I find myself pulled between Loz’s strong legs and held by his strong hands.
I find my mouth yet again touched by Yazoo’s. Only this time I bother to think about it and mimic his movements. They don’t seem that complicated, but the action causes Loz to strengthen his hold in return.
“Why are we doing this?” I ask after a few more moments. I’m not quite sure where the words came from for I don’t remember thinking them, but it’s too late now.
Yazoo just smiles under his silky hair. “Why not?” he asks in return and I see no reason to try and find the answer. Loz’s protective care and Yazoo’s touches are enough. I feel safe that way. Wanted. Needed. Yazoo leaves a long wet trail down my neck with his tongue.
The way it sends shivers down my spine surprises me. It amazes me as well. It amazes me enough to turn my head and try to do the same to Loz. I feel him shudder the way I did. I did not even notice that he entwined his fingers with mine.
I bring my attention back to Yazoo. Just feeling Loz behind me is enough for now. Yazoo seems so alone there, not embraced. I want to hold him because I want him to feel as good as I do, but he seems too active for such a thing. He seems too inclined in making sure his legs are entwined with Loz’s, linking all three of us in some strange way, a way that makes sense.
He kisses me again, deeper, stronger, with more passion, and I find it hard to follow him. Loz joins his lips with the back of my neck and plays with my hair. It’s even more distracting than the front. Perhaps because I can’t see it.
I can’t see his fingers trying to peel their way under the leather on my hips, and they definitely alarm me. My upper body jerks up and Yazoo joins his teeth with my nipple and his fingers with the buttons keeping the leather still attached to my skin. That makes my hips jerk up. It makes me feel a lot more things that are far beyond my recognition. It also makes me realize that perhaps I should not use my mind right now.
I don’t move much as Yazoo peels the leather off my legs. I want to do the same for him, but Loz’s grip is still strong. And then he does something I never expected. The way he touches me, the way Yazoo looks at us, the way pleasure pulses through my body… it’s something I never thought existed.
I never thought about it, and I definitely did not think anything could be better, but then Yazoo proves me wrong. I squirm and tense under his gentle licks and strokes. I’m not quite sure how loud I am but I’m not sure why I should care about it now.
Why did I not know about this before? And why does everything else seem even more meaningless when compared to this?
I can’t believe it can be more intense than this, but every second that passes proves me wrong yet again, until I am spent and weak and fall helpless on Loz’s body. I’m grateful for his strong hands. And I’m grateful for Yazoo’s warmth over me as well as Loz’s under.
Even though I’m tired, I feel my mind race yet again, filled with questions I know would take days to ask. If I remembered them all. But this is nice. This is more than nice – three heartbeats beating as one. Three breaths equaling one. Three bodies stopped in time.
Yazoo’s hair tickles me.
I feel a bulge between Loz’s legs pressing into my back. The first thought that comes to my mind is me wanting to try and make Loz feel as good as Yazoo made me feel just a moment ago. I’m not sure where it came from, but it’s here. I want to make Yazoo happy too, but at the moment I’m just content sandwiched between the two people that mean the most.
My heart stops racing quickly, and I try to move, use my hand to touch any of my brothers, Yazoo, Loz… both.
Loz’s hands around me, around me and Yazoo, tense. They don’t let me escape, but they let Yazoo move freely. Freely enough to come closer, encircle me from the side opposite of Loz, chuckle and lean his cheek onto mine.
“Not now,” Yazoo whispers, the sweet moist breath from his lips and nose tickles my ear and neck. “We have time, brother.”
Both embraces tighten and I feel like in a cocoon. If I close my eyes, it’s not only dark but safe as well. Better than sleeping when Loz is on guard. Safer. Much safer.
One thought passes through my mind. It terrifies me in a way, but it also makes sense. Perhaps that is the reason it scares me so much. It deserves punishment and pain for disobedience, but I don’t get any of those.
I get warmth, darkness, three heartbeats and synchronized breaths. I get my brothers and a moment in time where nobody else exists. Except us.