shimyaku (shimyaku) wrote in areyougame, @ 2009-07-23 21:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | *final fantasy vii: ac, author: shimyaku |
Different Like Me [FFVII: Advent Children, Loz/Yazoo]
Title: Different like me
Author: shimyaku
Rating: R
Warnings: angsty!Yazoo, see prompt
Word count: ~830
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children Loz/Yazoo: voyuerism and masturbation - was it okay to want him this much?
A/N: Sooo not quite so late this time, am I? XD Also, I've made the assumption here that Yazoo is youngest brother, just fyi.
They were just so different, so completely and utterly at the opposite ends of the scale, and they always had been. He often wondered how anyone could ever honestly take them for being brothers, as apart from their hair and eyes they were about as dissimilar as two people could be. And it wasn't just their appearance that differed either, it was their temperaments and their mannerisms among other things, not to mention the vastly different ways they each took their pleasure in fighting... and killing...
But Yazoo realised then, that all this only made him want his brother more.
He looked down at his gangly hands and the too-close-to-feminine body they were attached to; a body he hated so much. He was made up of slender lines, bony angles and an awkward sort of grace, always had been, while Loz was the personification of strength and masculinity, all smooth muscle, solid limbs, complete with his strutting, warrior gait. Kadaj he didn't even consider, because Kadaj was just... something else entirely, something he couldn't ever understand. But Loz - he was something Yazoo craved, something he envied. Something he wanted to touch, and something he wanted to touch him.
And there was Loz now, barely a few metres away, sitting on the edge of his bed but with his back to the door. Frustrated, Yazoo peeked further around the door itself, intent on getting a better look at his brother from his not-so-subtle hiding spot. Of course, he couldn't be sure that he wouldn't be seen, but Loz had been in the same stationary position for some time now, not appearing to move at all, so Yazoo figured he was fairly safe for the time being. It was strange though - maybe his brother had fallen asleep upright?
He continued to stare at the broad and thickly-muscled back of his older sibling, almost willing him to move, and yet not. But it wasn't until then - after he'd been staring so long his eyes had started to itch - that he noticed the elder man was indeed moving, albeit extremely subtly. His shoulders seemed to be twitching from one side to the other, and his head was dropping slightly forward every now and then before quickly righting itself.
Yazoo leaned even further forward into the room as he continued to watch and listen more and more intently, suddenly catching the faintest gasp for breath - so quiet he thought he must have imagined it. But no, moments later he heard it again, Loz' muscles appearing to tense from beneath his shirt at the very same moment. What was going on? Was his brother dreaming? Or was he ill?
The thought that he should break his silence and rush to his brother's side was just crossing his mind when the other moved - this time a much more noticeable shift of his body, his frame sliding further back onto the bed, one leg heaving itself up onto the edge of the mattress. And it wasn't until then that Yazoo realised what was really occurring - the revelation almost causing him to stumble back in shock. He brought a hand to his mouth to stifle a gasp as he stared even harder than before, and admittedly it was quite difficult not to when Loz's fly was undone and his hand was wrapped around the thick and reddened flesh of an almost painful looking erection.
Biting down on one of his fingers, Yazoo could feel the heat rising in his face - his cheeks were probably already bright pink from the mixture of embarrassment and arousal he felt warring inside his head. He could easily turn away, close his eyes and pretend he saw nothing, but he wouldn't, he wouldn't leave yet. At least, not when Loz was obviously so close already, his cock visibly throbbing within his large hands... What Yazoo wouldn't give to have his brother's hands on him right then, those wide palms wrapped securely around his own erection...
Loz flopped his back down onto the bed then with a heaving sigh. Several moments of motionless silence passed before his eyes flicked open, his gaze immediately looking up and landing on Yazoo.
"Yazoo?"
At the call of his name Yazoo felt his heart leap in his chest, his body recoiling and his legs preparing to run at full pelt as fast as he was able. He knew he shouldn't have stayed, he shouldn't have pried, he shouldn't have given in to his weakness - Loz wouldn't have done what he did, would he?
But his brother made no move to scold him, and he didn't seem at all angry - nor embarrassed for that matter - as he continued to sit there looking very comfortable despite the still half-erect cock peeking out from his pants.
"Yazoo, come here." His brother slowly sat up, holding out one of his beautiful broad hands and beckoning him forward. "And close the door on your way in."