A/n this story takes place after Sephiroth's first 'death' after he has been pushed into the reactor by Cloud. I continue the ideas I have developed during Sephiroth Soul Redemption, as how the three brothers where conceived. Smut and darkness. My brothers are not nice. Not nice at all.

Warnings: Masturbation, Yaoi, Angst.

Decadence and debauchery.

Chapter I

Commander Donovan looked at the man behind the desk, as he negligently sorted trough the authorisation papers in the manila folder he had just placed there.

"Are you sure this is wise, professor?" he asked softly, knowing the warning hidden in the question wouldn't be heeded.

Wise? No absolutely not

"I have told you, this is necessary for me to see how they interact in a controlled social environment."

Wise? The boys are psychopaths, pure, plain and simple.

"I am concerned for the other inmates, Professor." The commander of the guards said as he turned toward the reinforced windows above the common area of the detention bay.

"I am sure they can handle themselves." The man answered, as he signed the orders before him with an angry characteristic scribble.

"Who, Hojo, the boys or the other subjects?"

The boys, of course.

"Here are your orders, I assume you will execute them in your usual sufficient manner, Commander Donovan." And with that the commander was dismissed from the office.

The professor watched as the SOLDIER left, finally, and returned to his musings.

From his vantage point he could see, how ten minutes later, the three silver haired youths were… unleashed on an unsuspecting crowd. Most subjects were failed test subjects anyway. Undoubtedly, the three who he considered his 'grandchildren' would weed out the weakest, leaving the more interesting cases for further study. He felt a familiar tingle running though his lower abdomen. He and everyone here were in for interesting times indeed!

He was bored. Utterly bored. If nothing happened sometime soon, he would have to resort to his more violent nature to get that prissy assed professor's attention again.

Much as he despised the man, he was the only one here that could match him for his intellect, as his brothers where no match for him. Not in any way. Well, Loz had proved stronger than him in several occasions, maybe, but was easy enough to dominate. Yazoo's mind still remained a mystery to him. Still..

He looked at Yazoo, as he had the slightly smaller but older body pinned under him. At least his brother gave him a more.. interesting way to relieve not only his boredom, but his physical tension as well.

Commander Donovan entered the cell block, and handed the orders to one of the officers on guard duty there. It was easy to see where those three monsters had been housed previously, as the oldest and the youngest seemed to have developed more and more efficient ways of destroying the interiors of their cells.

They should be separated! The Commander thought furiously. Just to make them realize who is boss here!

"How have they been?" He asked his colleague, not as if he was really interested, as he already knew the answer, but he needed to speak, to start a conversation to someone who would understand his concerns.

"The same, Jack."

"At it again, aren't they?"

"Yep. Like bunny rabbits." The other sighed with disgust.

"Do we have to hose down the walls again?" The older man asked, as he winced at the thought.

"No, no finger-painting with body fluids this time. They seemed to have restrained themselves." The other man answered, sharing his commanding officers sentiments.

Previously the three had gone out of their minds as they had tried to cover every surface in the cell with semen, and had laughed insanely at the guards disgust. They had been punished though, and after being hosed down with extremely cold water at exceedingly high pressure and had been separated from each other for more than two weeks. If it had been up to Commander Donovan, they would never be allowed back together, but professor Hojo was still in charge, and had ordered them to be reunited, only after a special cell had been constructed that would allow for easier cleaning.

At seeing their future fun spoiled, the three now behaved, but only up to a certain point.

Ever since the youngest reached physical maturity, they seemed to delight in grossing out their guards with their antics. They knew just how to push buttons, with each other, but also with the people in charge of their incarceration. Provoking the ones who had the right orientation, and abhorring the ones that hadn't.

After a while, even the more easily embarrassed commander had grow accustomed to seeing the three silver-heads entangled in eachother, and simply made the SOLDIER shake his head in wonder, and left them to it.

As he approached the cell he could see though the thick Plexiglas windows how Kadaj held Yazoo down, both his hands pinned above his head. He was doing something to the young man under him, but couldn't see as the lower half of their bodies was covered with a sheet. Thank Gaia for that.

Yazoo's eyes were closed as he head rolled slowly from side to side, every now and then he would smile, then his face would contort as if in pain, drawing a smile from the one on top. Then Yazoo would giggle and moan, encouraging what ever Kadaj was doing with his free hand. At sensing Commander Donovan's approach, Kadaj drew his tongue along his brother's throat, creating a long path that shimmered in the harsh overheads.

He swept his gaze upward, peering through the silver strands that partially obscured his eyes from the guard, challenging him, provoking him.

"See something you like, Donovan?" He panted, as Yazoo arched his back under him, lifting them both.

"You need to change your routine sometimes, Kadaj. This it is getting old." The Commander answered, meaning every word as he had seen this so many times before, it barely made the blood rise to his cheeks.

A brief flash of annoyance made the boy's catlike pupils contract, then the youth rocked back on his knees, revealing his erection, and started to stroke himself

and Yazoo at the same time.

"Professor Hojo had ordered me to put you lot into general population. Would you like me to throw you out there like this, so that every pervert out there can have his fun with you, or would you like to get cleaned up and dressed?

A whole range of emotions worked its way across the youths face, as he quickly came in his hands, much to Yazoo's dismay, it seemed, who hadn't been able to keep up with his younger brother. Kadaj got up and moved off the shower cubicle to clean himself up.

Loz dropped down from the upper bunk and gave the Commander a puzzled look.

"Huh? What did he mean, Kadaj?" he asked, his gaze darting back and forth between his youngest brother and the SOLDIER.

"They are letting us out, Loz. We get to play with other.. people." He said, a sneer twisted his pretty features into the ferile creature the Commander had come to know over the years as he watched them grow up. Loz face now sported the crooked smile that told the Commander trouble was brewing in the elemental mind of the oldest and strongest of the brothers. He hated the Professor at that moment. Things would get ugly. Very ugly indeed.

"Oh stop sulking, Yazoo." Kadaj said in a bored tone to the brother who frowned his disapproval at the interruption. "You get to have your fun with others for a change, and if you don't get what you want…" Kadaj sat down on the edge of the bunk and whispered something in the other's ear while he cast a sidelong glance at Donovan, who watched Yazoo's eyes grow wide with anticipation.

The Commander just rolled his eyes, not wanting to know, and not caring.

Whatever, Kadaj, whatever.

The professor was pleased to see the boys arrive at the main entrance that allowed access from the cell bays to the common area. The three of them dressed in black tracksuit pants and t-shirts, they didn't stand out of the others gathered there, except for their most unusual hair colour that was.

Several of the other test subjects seemed to notice their presence, as they turned to face them.

They are like predators, scanning the flock. He mused. Beautiful. He had been giving the boys concentrated Mako treatments from the moment they had been able to survive outside the artificial uterus they had developed in since their wondrous and unexpected conception.

That with the additional Jenova cell injections made them not only physically extremely tough, but beautiful as well. From the moment they where placed in their protected and completely controlled environment, Hojo had noticed he could steer the rate of cell division, allowing him to let the three of them mature at a pace that would allow them to be born within about two years of each other.

It was the most pleasant of developments, allowing him to focus all his time and attention during their first two years of growth.

Loz, being the biggest and strongest right from the start, seemed to be the most suitable for preliminary testing. He had been the first to be 'born' from the soft transparent womb he had resided in, but his development just as the other two had proceeded at an accelerated rate, his body reaching maturity in just over seven years. His physical development had been astounding, but his mental capacity had seriously lagged in comparison.

That in opposition to Yazoo, who was delivered two years later, and was not much of a physical type. Although slighly efaminate, but much more agile in body and mind than Loz, who seemed to be above everything else, a simpleton and a brute. Yazoo's mind seemed to be complicated, as he resorted to engrossing himself to his inner mazes, aloof and cold, and had always pointedly refused to interact with either Hojo or other interested scientists.

He did share a bond with Loz however, as they had been found sleeping in the same bed almost every night. Separating the two as a test had proved disastrous, as they both became impossible to deal with. Especially Loz, who's tantrums where devastating, and the professor had just let them stay together. Yazoo appeared to steady the volatile Loz, young as they where, and it had almost been endearing as they flew into each other's arms after being reunited.

When Kadaj finally had been taken from the uterus, the two, now at physical ages of four and two, had stared at the baby in total fascination. Hojo had been hesitant to let them near the last of the triplets, as they could behave in a very unpredictable manner, but both of them seemed to behold their little brother with an odd kind of reverence, worship even.

Kadaj had in his intellectual development proved to be the closest to Sephiroth, and the professor had enjoyed the twisted little boy's musings that he had expressed during their conversations.

However, non of the three had the prestige of their father. Much to the professor's dismay to replace his most successful accomplishment. They all seemed to possess something of the man, who he had convinced to be his son, but had displayed signs of humanity that had infuriated him at times. the Professor was convincedSephiroth had undoubtedly inherited from his mother. The boys however, had developed character traits so cold and unfeeling it even chilled Hojo to the bone. Now he would see how those traits worked with other people around. Let the show begin.

Continued in chapter two.