Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Handcrafts ❯ Chapter 1

When Kadaj announced that he was bored and wanted to go to town alone Loz could barely contain his excitement. Most of the time Loz didn't mind that Kadaj needed a lot of attention; little brother went through more then any of them. Unfortunately the high level of comfort and care Kadaj needed cut rather severely into Loz and Yazoo's playtime. The two older brothers rarely had more then a few minutes together alone and more often then not, found themselves with an audience or even another eager participant. Again, Loz was happy to spend time with Kadaj but he also enjoyed being able to focus solely on Yazoo.

 

He waited patiently while Yazoo made Kadaj promise to eat lunch. And not to spend too much money on food and make sure it was something nutritious. And to be nice, they didn't need an angry mob on their temporary doorstep. And not to overdo it, even superior beings need their rest. And was Kadaj sure that he didn't want a scarf? It was heading into winter and...

 

By this point both Kadaj and Loz were bouncing in place. Kadaj had his eyes on the door and Loz had his on Yazoo's backside.

 

“I'm sure he'll be fine,” Loz burst out finally. “Kadaj is stronger and smarter then anything around here.” Loz caught a grateful glance from Kadaj and then the younger man was gone, flying down the steps like he expected Yazoo to pursue him with more admonitions.

 

 

Yazoo watched him go with a smug little smile. “I thought he would never leave,” he murmured softly. After that little display Kadaj was practically guaranteed to stay out as late as he could. Yazoo turned slowly toward Loz. “That ought to keep him… whoa!” Loz was wearing a grin and nothing else. Yazoo found himself swept up and unceremoniously deposited on what he hoped was a very sturdy kitchen table.

 

A few hours and a broken table later, Yazoo looked over at his bedmate. Loz was unconscious and looked utterly adorable. He appeared much too innocent to have participated in, much less have initiated, this morning's activities. They had started in the kitchen almost before Kadaj had gotten out of the driveway and worked their way down the hall and into the bedroom. Kadaj had left around seven in the morning, according to the wall clock it was now around one in the afternoon.

 

Yazoo's mouth twisted wryly. It was so easy to see their older brother as a child, height, bulk and prowess aside. Like a child, Loz slept and played hard, a little too hard sometimes. Yazoo absently wondered how big the bruises would be this time as he carefully swung his legs over the side of the bed. The last six hours hadn't been an example of restraint on either man's part but Loz had outdone himself in terms of… enthusiastic movement.

 

Yazoo shook his head. He had no one but himself to blame he supposed. Loz tended to forget that occasionally Yazoo liked to be on top. He also seemed to be oblivious to the joys of taking things slowly. Yazoo usually got too distracted to make the bigger man behave. He'd start out on top. Then Loz would flip them over and… that was it. It was always fun but Yazoo yearned for a bit of variety. He could tie Loz down but they didn't have anything that wouldn't harm his brother's skin. Yazoo turned the problem over in his mind as he headed to the bathroom. He cleaned himself quickly and grabbed a moist cloth and towel for Loz.

 

 

As he headed back to the bedroom, Yazoo's eyes happened to light on a bag left carelessly on its side in the hallway. The bag looked rather flattened; he had a faint memory of the buckle poking him in the back a few hours ago. One eyebrow climbed as Yazoo recalled the bag's contents. Hrmmm. Loz would be asleep for at least another hour and would sleep through anything short of a chocobo stampede… This could work!

 

Loz woke up happy. He and Yazoo had played all morning and since Kadaj was probably going to be out until sunset or later, they had all afternoon. It took a moment for him to realize his arms were spread above his head, bound at the wrists. He tested his legs and found his legs were also spread and bound at the ankle. Green cat eyes widened and for a moment Loz panicked.

 

“Shhh…” That was Yazoo. Loz turned his head to the right and strained a bit, the better to see his brother sitting in a chair close by. Yazoo was still naked and practically oozed satisfaction. Loz couldn't quite make out what his brother was doing since the chair was set slightly out of his field of vision but if Yazoo was still naked and pleased then all must be well. Curious now, Loz tilted his head and examined the bindings on his right wrist. The material was too soft and flexible for rope. There was a tensile strength to it… Loz couldn't place the material without a closer look. Just then Yazoo rose and moved forward, holding his project in one slender hand. Loz recognized the knitting needles that Yazoo had picked up a few towns back and a strip of material about two inches wide. Suddenly it all made sense. Yazoo wanted to be on top and stay there so he had knitted restraints while Loz slept. Loz knew he could get free if he needed to, worse came to worse he could destroy the bed with little effort. But the soft cuffs around his ankles and wrists would help him remember who was supposed to be where. After a moment Loz furrowed his brow. Yazoo was at the side of bed and just stood there, seemingly admiring his handiwork.

 

“Yazoo,” Loz said hesitantly, “I'm already tied down… what's that one for?”

 

Yazoo's answering smile held a hint of menace. He moved back to where he had been sitting and returned, holding a small ball of yarn in his hand. Loz opened his mouth to ask another question and was not entirely surprised to find him self chewing on wool. There was enough of it to make it difficult to just push the wad out with his tongue. Loz didn't bother to resist when Yazoo tied the last strip around his head as a blindfold.

 

Yazoo straddled his brother's midsection, his smile widening. Carefully balancing the needles on Loz's broad chest he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the curve of Loz's ear.

 

“I'm going to check to see that you are properly restrained,” Yazoo purred, causing the larger man to shudder. “If those needles roll of you I'm going to be very unhappy. If you remove the yarn in your mouth I'm going to be very unhappy. Do you understand?”

 

At Loz's immediate and forceful nod Yazoo's grin widened revealing sharp white teeth.

 

He climbed off of his victim and moved down the length of the bed to Loz's left ankle. After tugging a bit on the knitted strap to make sure it was secure he pressed a kiss to the flesh just above it. Loz bucked. He was so easy. “Ah, ah, ah,” Yazoo hummed, biting the flesh he had just kissed. “I can see those needles moving…” Loz shuddered slightly and then tensed. Yazoo rewarded him with a lick over the flesh he had just abused.

 

So it went, Yazoo working his way from tie to tie at a glacial place, amusing himself as he went. By the time Yazoo had almost gotten to the last tie Loz was stiff as a board in more ways then one and his face was flushed crimson. But he had managed to keep those needles in place. Yazoo frowned. That wasn't how that was supposed to go. Loz needed to be punished. Hhmmmm… It would be too easy to go right for prize as it were, too simple. No, this required a bit of finesse. Yazoo lapped at Loz's right inner elbow as he looked for an innovative way to break his brother. Looking up he saw his brother's clenched hand. Ah-hah. Yazoo left off licking, checked the final tie and then turned his attention to Loz's fist.

 

Yazoo gently uncurled Loz's fingers and took a moment to admire his sibling's hand. It was large and definitely masculine, with short nail beds and prominent knuckles. Yet it was graceful too. The fingers were long and straight, the skin pale and finely grained. Yazoo matched his palm to Loz's and compared them. He had slightly longer fingers and much more slender palms. Yazoo didn't like it when he was mistaken for a weakling but he understood it. His long hair, seemingly slight figure and delicate looking hands, coupled with his distaste for getting close to opponents unless absolutely necessary, often led his adversaries to dismiss him after a glance. This was particularly true when he stood next to his more muscular brethren. Yazoo pushed aside thoughts of battles past. Those fools died along with the ones who thought Loz was stupid or that Kadaj could be reasoned with. Shaking his head slightly Yazoo got back to the challenge before him.

 

He started slowly, pressing soft kisses to Loz's palm. He moved back for a moment and watched Loz's fingers close as if his brother was trying to hold the kisses in. Yazoo smiled and moved on the back of his sibling's hand alternating gentle nibbling with feathery kisses. He could feel Loz relaxing. After a few minutes of this, when Loz had calmed almost entirely, Yazoo pulled his brother's index finger toward him for particular attention. He started out with the nibbling and kisses but very quickly moved on to slow, languid licks that began almost in the palm and worked slowly to the tip of the digit. Once he reached the peak of Loz's finger, Yazoo waited a moment before swirling his tongue around the tip. Once, twice… Loz was panting now… then again before Yazoo engulfed the entire finger in his mouth and pulled strongly. Loz's entire body began to strain toward Yazoo, completely focused on that one appendage. Yazoo wasted no time in self congratulation; the needles rolled a bit but did not fall. Yazoo continued sucking and swirling like his mouth had not other purpose. Loz began making incoherent noises.

 

Yazoo stopped and moved on to the next finger, beginning again with soft kisses. Loz continued to pant, aware now, of what his fate was to be but powerless to resist. Yazoo teased him mercilessly four times, saving the thumb for last. Here the younger man went all out, nipping, biting, licking and sucking until Loz could no longer control himself. He gripped the head board with his free hand, tensed his feet and bucked, his eyes tightly shut, his cock releasing its contents all over his stomach.

 

Loz came back down slowly, awareness returning in degrees. He felt Yazoo leaning toward him and removing the ball of yarn. Loz was grateful for that and for the deep kiss Yazoo gave him which re-moisturized his mouth even as it gave him a chance to express his affection and satisfaction. The kiss was calm and slow and Loz savored it. The sudden hard bite on his lower lip shocked him and he pulled his head back instinctively. Yazoo's low laughter rolled over him and Loz realized he had no idea where the knitting needles had gone. Oh dear. Yazoo's next words filled him with dread and anticipation in equal measure.

 

“You are so in trouble…”