Along the Great Divide

A/N: This is the last chapter I’ll be able to put up for a while until I come back from overseas. Hopefully, you all will enjoy what I can at least dish out >.<


“Luuudwwwiiggg! Mammooorruu!”Rhoma called from outside their bedroom door. Ludwig brought the blanket over his head, Mamoru snuggling up to Ludwig with a little groan of his own. Since they had found out that they were indeed related to the current High Mage, Rhoma, things had been…interesting. However, their younger brother had taken it a little too enthusiastically. For the first few nights, they all slept together in the same bed but then it started to get a little too far.


Ludwig hadn’t had glorious, glorious love-making with Mamoru in some time. He was beginning to get frustrated.

Mamoru, from what he could smell, was getting to that point as well. Their intimacy was something that they treasured as well as the knowledge that they could have some privacy. After a while though, they requested the key for their room to block the efforts of Rhoma’s eagerness.

“Rhoma! Go away…We’ll be up in…I unno…an hour?”Mamoru called out, the knocking stopping temporarily.

“I wanted to spend time with you! I told you this many times yesterday!”Rhoma called, starting to jostle the handle.

Ludwig sighed, disappearing from the bed, Mamoru letting out a slight whimper with the loss of a cool pillow to rest his head on. At the door, the Vampire unlocked it and pulled it open, looking to Rhoma with an annoyed glare.

“Listen…”Ludwig started to say but was tackled by the Mage, the chestnut head nuzzling against bare chest affectionately.

“Oh goodie, you opened the door! I have specifically asked for the day off to spend time with you!”Rhoma chuckled delightfully as he sat up, his hips resting on top of Ludwig’s a little too intimately for Mamoru’s liking. Pulling the blankets from the bed, he trudged over and hoisted Rhoma off.

“Rhoma, you have to stop doing this. You have duties to attend to as well…Ludwig and I will be here for a short time but even we need a break sometimes.” Mamoru chastised, brushing Rhoma’s white robes down to straighten them out. Rhoma frowned, crossing his arms stubbornly. Mamoru sighed, putting a hand on his younger brother’s shoulder. “I have been meaning to ask this…but just how old are you?”

“Oh? I’m about seventeen years of age though I know I have been alive for much longer. Oh, but father died when I was about eight years…even then, I still didn’t get to play much. Didn’t have any real siblings to play with and the other lords are so…so stingy!”Rhoma said with a frown.

“Seventeen? That is almost an adult now. Don’t you think you should start acting like one?”Mamoru said softly, giving the younger mage something to think about. Rhoma cast a trouble gaze but soon lightened up.

“An adult, huh?” Rhoma mused, bringing a hand up to his chin in thought. Ludwig by this time had already risen to his feet, brushing off his pajama pants. A swift tug bought him attention and before he could register what the two were just talking about, he felt something touch his lips. Blinking, his eyes widened when he saw the dark olive skin instead of Mamoru’s beautiful pale.


“R-RHOMA! Ludwig,stop it!"Mamoru said with a cry, Ludwig grabbing Rhoma’s shoulders and pulled him away though he winced when he realized that his hair was what was yanked.

“You want me to grow up…Fine. I’m doing what adults do…”Rhoma said with a rather coy smile on his face.

“You know this is incest…right?”Ludwig said flatly but Rhoma just shook his head, casting a rather smooth look to Mamoru.

“We aren’t related…but Mamoru and I are. I don’t see a problem with it.”Rhoma purred, leaning closer. Mamoru was just watching the two, slowly starting to feel his blood rise to a boil. He stomped over, wedging himself between the two and staring at Rhoma.

“No! You cannot!”Mamoru argued, his cobalt eyes staring into the relatively smooth violet ones that stared calmly. “That is not the way Rhoma and you know that very well.”He added, starting to get flustered.

“Because you’re ‘soul mates’ right? That doesn’t matter in the slightest. There are plenty of soul mates who have slept with someone other than their soul mates…I’m sure Father and Ace were like that, were they not?”Rhoma addressed, his head tilting to the side. “Whenever you want a break from big brother here, Ludwig, please come by whenever you’d like. I do have the day off.”

And with that final word, Rhoma turned and left with a wink.

In front of Ludwig, he could feel Mamoru tremble out of frustration. He wasn’t too happy himself but he’d been through this sort of thing before. Bringing his hands up to Mamoru’s shoulders, he gave them a gentle squeeze, feeling the trembling stop slowly.

“I’m yours.”Ludwig said softly.

“I know…”Mamoru said, bringing a hand to his right shoulder and running his pale fingers along the knuckles there. Leaning his head, he turned around, his eyes shining though he was trying hard not to show how upset he was by this.

Ludwig leaned down, planting tender little kiss on the corners of his eyes. Craning down a little more, he touched his lips, running them along each other briefly. “Now that Rhoma is away…I think we have a time for a rendezvous before he figures out I’m not coming…”He whispered softly.

Mamoru never had such a big grin slowly spread infectiously across his face. With a quick push and a lock, the door was closed to the outside world. In that room, they had their own little world. Ludwig scooped the nearly naked Mamoru along with all of their blankets up from the floor and carried him bridal style to the bed.

Slowly, Ludwig Unwrapped the pale body from the cocoon of blankets as he leaned down and kissed their shared mark on his chest, running his tongue along it to get a squeaky little moan from the mouth above. That spot had always been so sensitive. Running his tongue along the hilt of the dagger in the heart-shaped mark, he kissed and suckled on the marks where his fangs had punctured the flesh. A hand touched the top of his head, sliding to his back.

“H-hungry?”Mamoru breathed, arching a little when Ludwig ran his fangs along his chest.

“Starving…”Ludwig said softly, tilting his head and baring his teeth slightly. Opening wide, he bit down on the spot. Mamoru let out a keen, arching and burying his fingers though Ludwig’s dark tresses. As he fed, he slipped a hand down between them, grasping the erect member in his hand and stroking it slowly. Mamoru cringed a little but relax.

Ludwig’s hands would always be so cold but sometimes being touched when they were gave him a jolt to his system.

Mamoru panted in short little breaths, moaning and trusting his hips into the teasing hand. His blood was slowly draining and the world was beginning to shake. Ludwig stopped, running his tongue along the wound before kissing a trail up to meet Mamoru’s lips. The dazed mage stared up at the ceiling, bringing his arms around Ludwig with a soft little smile.

“The room…is spinning…”Mamoru laughed softly when their lips parted.

“I’m catching up for lost meals…”He said, trailing his lips to his neck and then lower to his chest again. With a quick flick across his fang, he sliced a little bit of his own tongue and let the little bit of blood that escaped drop onto the wound, slowly helping him heal. “Sorry…”He added softly.

Mamoru smiled, shifting a little when the room stopped spinning and flipped Ludwig on his back, smiling down at him. “No need to be sorry…but I think you are in for some punishment, Ludwig. Van. Grayharte.”Mamoru said, leaning down to kiss him as he spoke.

“Punishment…?”Ludwig questioned, tilting his head slightly as he slipped his hands to Mamoru’s thighs only to receive a little slap on his hand, moving them away in surprise.

“Mmhm…For letting OUR little brother kiss you…and now I have to make sure you remember that you…Ludwig…are mine.”Mamoru purred, bringing a hand through Ludwig’s hair and giving a bit of a tug. Ludwig reacted only a little to the slight pain.

“Sounds exciting…”Ludwig teased, craning up to try and steal a kiss…but also to see if Mamoru was serious enough to really take control.

And he was.

The grip on his hair tightened and his head hit the mattress again. Smiling up at the Mage, he lay there, waiting for what was to come next. Mamoru plopped himself down on Ludwig’s panted hips, reaching down to pull at the leather belt around his hips. Tossing it to the side only for the moment, he made him drag his heavy butt up to the head of the bed, taking the belt and wrapping it around Ludwig’s wrists. Ludwig tested Mamoru’s skill at restraining him, finding that he could wiggle his fingers but nothing else.

He was surprisingly good.

“Have you had practice?”Ludwig inquired but he had a broad grin across his face. Mamoru laughed an oddly dark laugh, grinding himself against Ludwig’s trapped member. With his awkward position, Ludwig couldn’t get his hips to thrust up.

Mamoru leaned over, running his tongue along the Vampire pointed ears that made the form beneath him squirm anxiously. Running his lips back down, he let out a small laugh. “Never…”He said softly, his hands running up and down Ludwig’s sides, stopping to run his nails against the hard flesh. Ludwig arched slightly, moaning.
Moving his lips to the side of Ludwig’s neck where he shared his heart and dagger mark, running his tongue along it and nibbling the flesh there teasingly. The Vampire moaned beneath him, tilting his head more.

“Ung…Ma…Mamoru…”Ludwig moaned, inhaling sharply when he felt a hand between his legs, giving a squeeze.
“Ooh, you like that?”Mamoru teased, moving his hand away from the crotch of Ludwig’s pants, sliding under the waist and stroking him with a firm grip. Ludwig thrust up, making Mamoru bounce a little. “Ah, Ah…Just a few more minutes love…”

“Please…Mamoru…”Ludwig begged, looking up to Mamoru with big, wet eyes. “Plllleeassee?”

“Since you asked so nicely Wiggy…”Mamoru teased, shifting off of Ludwig’s hips, and standing off to the side of the bed. Moving his hair aside, he leaned over showing off his bottom and wiggling it a little. The vampire bit his lower lip, his fingers twitching in earnest to just grope that delightful bottom.

“Now you are just being torturous…I could very well break this belt and spank you with it…”Ludwig chuckled, twisting his wrists in example.

Mamoru popped up, putting his hands on his delicate hips. Sliding up onto the bed, down towards Ludwig’s feet. Grabbing the waist of his pants, he tugged them down to let loose the member and free the skin to the air. Tossing the pants aside, he crawled up, plopping himself down just on his hips.

“But you wouldn’t…You would never hurt me…”Mamoru purred, rising up a little to reach back and adjust Ludwig’s member behind him. He felt the sensitive head brush against the right place as he slowly lowered himself down until the skin of his bottom touched Ludwig’s hips. “Or else you wouldn’t get this…Un!”

Ludwig had given a little thrust upwards, wiggling his dark eyebrows up at the mage on top of him. “I still have gotten it anyway.”He chuckled.

Mamoru leaned forward, kissing him and rocking his hips slowly, Ludwig pumping upwards in little thrusts. Their tongues danced around, before Mamoru arched, moving his lips away in a long moan. Leaning back, he planted his knees down on the mattress, lifting himself up and down. A gentle brush to the tender spot inside him sent him in arching.

“Ah!” He keened, his toes curling against the bed sheets.

“You like it there…If you untie me, I can keep touching there over and over.”Ludwig teased, looking up to a flush and flustered Mamoru. However, the mage shook his head, panting and continuing on. This was truly punishment then.

But for who?

Outside, Rhoma stood just by the door, listening to the sounds of their love-making. Of course he knew he couldn’t separate the two. It was impossible by any sense of the word. Shaking his head, he stepped away, walking down the empty hall to one of the windows. Leaning slightly, he rested his elbows on the window sill, staring across the sea.

It wasn’t fair.

Mamoru and Ludwig had each other and they always would but where was he? Theron and Hezekiah had passed away long ago, leaving him with the 9 Lords. The women were kind, the men being very fatherly but there wasn’t the real feeling of family. He watched the royal family grow around him but it seemed like everyone was disappearing slowly.

Feeling the sting of tears in his eyes, Rhoma was quick to wipe them away, stepping away from the window only to bump into a figure just slightly taller than he was.

“Why are you crying?”Anri asked, staring into the slightly puffy eyes softly. The Prince lifted a warm hand to Rhoma’s cheek, wiping away a tear trail. Rhoma felt his face redden, looking away and turning around.

“T-that’s…”Rhoma said as he crossed his arms into his robe sleeves, hunching his shoulders. “That’s none of your concern, your highness…”

“You were feeling lonely again…weren’t you?”Anri inquired, Rhoma rising up slightly but he didn’t turn. Instead, he merely nodded, hunching slightly again.

“My brothers…are having a rendezvous…and…I have given myself the day to spend with them…but there is still something missing…”Rhoma answered, finally turning around. If there was one person that he could confide in, it was Anri. The Prince was only slightly older in age but he had a very open understanding toward others.

“I see…”Anri said, gently putting a hand to the Mage’s back, insisting on taking a walk. Rhoma followed along though heavily. “Tell me more.”