The sky was clear, showing thousands and thousands of tiny little stars, shining bright silver and the last quarter of the moon. The air was still a little chilly and branches of the Sakura trees cracked softly each time wind blew. Lips moving hungrily against lips, as the two of them moved away from the lonely bench of the park. Yazoo pushing and Kadaj pulling until his back was against the thick trunk of a Sakura tree, a small moan leaving his lips once they parted for air only to engage themselves in another one.

The shorter and younger of the two wrapped his arms around the other's neck, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss. Tongue pushing inside Yazoo's mouth, dominating his brother's tongue with firm strokes, lips moving, pressing harder against Yazoo's. Wanting more of the intoxicating taste, of the way Yazoo's tongue moved just so, making him weak on the knees.

Yazoo moved his hands down to Kadaj's ass when he felt his younger brother trying to wrap them around his hips. And pressed him harder against the trunk, his tongue fighting Kadaj's and after a small moment, pushing inside the warm mouth. Tearing a loud gasp from him.

"Nii-san," Kadaj breathed, head thrown back and hitting it with hard surface, rolling his hips down and against Yazoo's as the older kissed down his jaw, nibbling the soft skin of his neck and then sucking it lightly. "Nii-chan," he whined, fisting Yazoo's hair and pulling, so his brother was looking up at him. "Now," he hissed before sealing their lips in a hard, demanding kiss.

A hand moving up his torso, pulling down the zipper of his leather outfit down, revealing pale skin on its way. Soft and warm, yet firm beneath the tip of his fingers. Once it was all the way down he caressed from Kadaj's flat stomach and up to a small nipple, giving it the briefest attention to then push the leather off from a shoulder.

"Now!" Kadaj grunted as their hips moved together, creating delicious friction between his thighs, his breathing heavy, feeling the hard bulge grinding against him and he wanted more.

"Now!" he yelled, not really caring they might get unwanted attention from others. "Or I'll change my mind and I'll fuck you senseless onto the grass," he snapped, make eyes looking at equal mako green eyes, just as dark as his own with lust.

"You just had to ask nicely," Yazoo said with a teasing tone, Kadaj glaring down at him.

However he quickly put Kadaj down, hand on a slim hip making the shorter man turn around. His slightly smaller hands against the trunk of the tree after Yazoo had pushed down the leather, it pooling around his slightly parted legs. Feeling Yazoo's hot and firm body pressed against his back and he pushed his hips against him.

He heard the noise of a zipper being pulled down and then he could feel Yazoo's skin against his back. And just when he was going to protest he felt his brother pushing inside, warm and hard and it burned. But it was a pleasurable burn that he felt until Yazoo was settled inside him, hot breath hitting the back of his ear.

"Daijoubu?" was the deep whisper tickling his neck and he nodded, hissing softly as he pushed his hips back as a silent indication to start moving.

And not much later Yazoo had found a rhythm to suit them both, his hands a firm grip on Kadaj's hips as he pushed and pulled, thrusting into his brother over and over again. Gasping and grunting close to Kadaj's ear and worshiping the skin there, from neck, down to a shoulder, with his lips.

Kadaj met each thrust, nails digging into the trunk. Head thrown back onto Yazoo's shoulder, his lips wet and parted as soft, tiny moan left them. Eyes shut tightly when a hand joined his own, stroking fast and making wet sounds. Their movements becoming erratic and then it was all too much and he was coming undone, hips jerking with the force of his orgasm. His brother's name escaping his lips in a strangled moan.

And then Yazoo was following him, pushing deep and hard and biting his shoulder to muffle any noise he could've made, brows furrowed with pleasure.

Cold air blowing against their damp skin as they tried to calm their breathing down to normal. Kadaj's right handing moving to the back of Yazoo's head, fingers entwining with the soft locks of silver hair as he tilted his head to the side, blindly searching for his brothers lips.

A soft whimper leaving him when soft lips kissed him, slow and sensual and with no rush for a minute or maybe two.

He sighed contently when they parted, feeling satisfied as he pulled his leather clothes up, an arm and then the other and it was back up over his shoulders. He smiled down at his elder brother who had sat by the trunk, leaning against it. Grinning, he knelt between Yazoo's thighs, leaning in to leave a quick kiss over his pink lips.

"Kiss me all night," he whispered, crawling up and moving each knee to either side of Yazoo's hips.

"All night?" Yazoo asked, arms wrapping around his brother's hip and waist, their lips brushing together.

"Un," Kadaj nodded and the Yazoo was kissing him. And it felt so right, so good to Yazoo's lips against his own, even when it was so wrong. But then it didn't matter, when Yazoo held him closer, closer, warm and like home, whispering sweet things in between their kisses.

A soft chuckle leaving his lips when a flower fell down between them, tickling his nose. Then their lips were pressed together once more in another kiss, lips moving together, tongues pushing and stroking; a hand moving up his still bare chest and making him shiver, gasping into the kiss.

"Touch me all night," he mumbled.

"People might see us," Yazoo said, their mako green eyes locking.

"I don't care," he snapped, almost pouting when he glared down at Yazoo. Silver hair framing his face. "Don't stop."