And with Everything That's Happened to Me;

[argentallure]

Who: barebacking and argentallure.
When: Friday Afternoon.
Where: xXx Afterglow.
Summary: Yazoo is alone in more ways than one. Scarily enough, Yaha knows the feeling.
Warnings: It takes place in a sex club and involves Yaha. Warning enough for you?

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[barebacking]

"Yazoo

[argentallure]

He knows that voice, strangely familiar for one moment from the lack of contact he had been subjected to in the last few weeks. He raises his head obediently, doesn't move when Yaha pets over the side of his face. In an earlier time, he would of simply slipped away at the earliest possible moment, but for now he endured the touch, if not leaned into it slightly- only for the fact Yaha was familiar to him, something he could ground himself with in this strange sea of this new and cruel lifestyle.

"Yaha-" Such strange words on his part, also another thing ha leaned to glance over with the other. It makes sense as it was, but he was wrong about something, very wrong. "Don't count me broken, Yaha."

Feline slit eyes reflect his words, green hard and distant as he looks out past the other. Bending to them he was, but far from broken.

"Is brother...?"

[barebacking]

"I see. You're still yourself." He set his hands on either side of Yazoo's face, staring at him fondly. His favorite son. But he did not think that would bring the Remnant much in terms of solace at this point and time. Their little secret that was only held between the two of them.

Yaha shook his head once. "I don't know where Kadaj is. There is ... well, rumors amongst the slaves here about what is happening, but you should take that as a grain." No, he still was not particularly well-versed at using sayings even though he liked them so. His fingers returned to playing with the other's hair, curling it around each digit before letting it go.

"But ... how are you?"

[argentallure]

He finds the touch strange, shifting beneath Yaha's hands, mouth drawn in a tight line but not pulling away from the man. He was family, after all, even if the other had done things to toy with them in the past. "I'll break to no one." He says, to convince both the other and himself. He can't, not when Kadaj relied on him and needed him. And speaking of his brother...

"Hn." The Remnant's gaze falls from Yaha to his knees, as the other's fingers slip into his hair, letting him touch. In all honesty, he's enjoying a kinder touch, has been unable to sleep without his brother at his back despite his often protests that Kadaj hangs all over him.

"I have to find him." He replies, but that really isn't the question- How is he? Yazoo does not feel as if he really knows. An ungloved hand comes up to fold over Yaha's wrist, stopping the other there, but not pulling him away. "I won't forgive them if they hurt him like they did me."