A Brother's Lust

Summery: ^_^; lol, well, this is a little one chapter story about two dark elf brothers, Taman and Donovan. Though it’s probably not what you would expect two siblings to act like..yaoi, rape, blood, incest, and pain ahead, so if you’re still willing to read, then go ahead! And I want no flames on this. I warned you before hand about its content, so don’t bitch to me about it. -_-; *crosses arms and nods*

The city and place and the characters in this story are mine, my own original babies, so if I find this story or any of these characters used somewhere without my permission I’ll hunt you down and gut you alive and make you watch as I roast your innards. *nods*

Disclaimers: I did not make up the race of Drow or the Underdark, and I don’t know who did, but whoever did gets full credit for them as well as my deepest admiration.

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The Underdark. A place deep bellow the surface where only the most evil of races lived. Only power and dominance ruled here, nothing else mattered to the cold hearted beings who’s hearts were as dark as the lightless caves they lived in. Far into the tunnels that winded their ways through the dirt and rock was a city, a city unlike any on the surface. Dark and beautiful it was, with palaces carved into the very stone of large cave, stalagmites and stalactites forming the walls and structures of the cold, enchanted buildings. What race could possibly live here, in the pits of the earth, skill of hand and talented of eye, and wicked enough to create such wonderfully cruel dwellings? Dark Elves they were, the Drow, black of skin and heart and eyes the shade of crimson, as red as the fresh blood spilt from their victims. Powerful they were, talented in the art of destruction and the craft of weaponry, for that is what their lives were made for war amongst themselves, their kin, murdering all who stood in their way of power, even if that included their own family, siblings and parents alike. One such family lived here, and dark and evil as all the others. Third in the line of power, with an army in the thousands to stand guard against any lower house who would dare to attack and destroy them to rise in status, to take their place as the Third House in the dark city. House Darraghon Neivala it was called of old, now known as House Dar’Neiva, the ‘home’ to a family most unorthodox.

The halls in the grand, cruel palace were dark, as they always were in the ever-night of the under world, though this did not bother the drow who lived here, particularly one who was walking through them, silent, save for the soft falls of his steps. His skin was as dark as ebony, and his hair was white like the snow that fell upon the surface world. Short it was, but for a long tendril that was tied with a dark band on the back of his head. A smirked played on his lips as he paced through the stone corridors of his home, seeming none too interested in the cold company they gave. He glanced about him though, at the doors he passed, listening intently for any sound of life that could possibly make this boring trek more interesting. He soon heard what he had been waiting for, the delicate sound of breath, a sigh from the room to his right. He grinned to himself and moved over to the door blocking his way to the room and to the person who was inside. Carefully, he opened the door, and peered inside, his blood shaded eyes glinting in the nonexistent light, and narrowed in amusement as he saw who the oh-so light breath came from.

Another drow, smaller and leaner than the first, and far more feminine was present in the room. They stood upon a balcony, leaning forward over the railing and resting their arms against the intricately carved stone, seeming lost in their though. The drow wore clothes of similar design to the more masculine one, save that this one wore garments of a young woman, a lovely black dress that was far too short to be practical.
The first drow grinned, finding no problem with the attire of the other. His eyes moved over the other’s form, and rested on their rear, the short dress having lifted a few inches from where it would have normally rested if the person was standing straight, the hem of it just bellow the drow’s buttocks, so close in fact that when they moved ever so slightly, one could catch a glimpse of the white panties underneath.
The first licked his lips sighed happily, so glad of his find, and glanced about the hall on either sighed of him before opening the door fully and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. “Taman, such a surprise to see you here all alone.”
The other drow whirled around at the sound of the other’s voice, and tried to stifle a gasp at the sight of him. The dark elf’s face was pretty, with make-up in shades of violet above their eyes and on their delicate lips, opened slightly in a silent gasp at the sight of the other, fear flashing through their crimson eyes before they narrowed. “Donovan, what are you doing here? This is my room, and I don’t think I said you could come in.”
The other laughed and spread his arms out in an innocent gesture. “Can I not pay a visit to my dear little brother without making an appointment?” he smiled at the younger boy and moved closer to him.
Taman moved back from his older brother, and glanced behind him as he felt the sturdy stone railing behind him, preventing him from moving any more, and looked back at the other drow in front of him, trying to present a feeling of calm to hide the panic in his heart. “Of course not, I’m just..surprised..to see you here of all places. I though you would be busy.”
Donovan only continued to smile at the younger and stopped in front of him, a mere foot away, and locked his gaze upon Taman’s eyes. “I am never too busy to see my only brother.” He narrowed his eyes at the boy and reached forward to place his hand against the younger boy’s cheek, then frowned as it was slapped away by the other male, eyes meeting.
Taman glared at his brother, keeping his gaze even. “well, if you’re done ‘seeing’ me, then you can leave.” He looked away from him and pushed past him, meaning to leave the balcony and enter his room. Until he felt a strong hand grab hold of his wrist and pulled him back, crying out briefly in surprise as he nearly tripped, falling against his brother. He stiffened as he felt their close contact and looked up at his face.
Donovan smiled ‘kindly’ at Taman and placed his free hand on the boy’s face, his thumb stroking his cheek. “I don’t believe I told you that I was done with you, did I..?” he laughed softly and let go of the smaller drow’s wrist, then placed that hand on the boy’s lower back, holding him against him.
Taman bit his lip, trying to keep from doing anything rash and trying to keep calm. That all died though as he felt his brother’s hand on his back and looked into his eyes, seeing only lust looking back at him. His own eyes widened and he immediately began to try and pull away from Donovan, pushing against his chest. “I say we’re done, so leave me! Now!”
The older drow grinned and laughed in amusement at his brother’s panic, and pulled the boy’s waist forward, feeling his delicate hips against his own. “now now Taman, behave. It’s unbecoming of a noble boy to panic so..”
Taman clenched his teeth and shook his head, trying even harder to get away. “I don’t care, now let me-“ his sentenced stopped short, muffled as something was pressed against his lips. His eyes widened as he felt his brother’s lips against his own, briefly ceasing his fighting from the shock of it, but was soon snapped back into reality as he felt the other male’s warm, wet tongue against his lips, rubbing against them and trying to gain access to his mouth. He closed his eyes tight, determined to not let his older sibling enter.
Donovan watched his younger brother squirm in his arms with dark pleasure, and moved the hand on the other’s back lower and grabbed his ass. He nearly laughed as he heard the other’s muffled cry, and quickly took advantage of his parted lips and slid his tongue into his little brother’s mouth.
Taman nearly gagged at the feel of his brother tongue in his mouth, rubbing against his own tongue and exploring his mouth, their saliva mixing. He shuddered and glared at Donovan before biting down on the other drow’s tongue, nearly smiling at the cry of pain from the elder, succeeding in his goal to get him away from him. It was a short lived victory though, for the next thing he knew a heavy blow was dealt to the side of his head and he felt heavily to the side, crying out in pain as his head hit the side of the balcony’s stone railing, and black engulfed his senses.
Donovan sighed and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the limp form of his unconscious brother on the ground and moved brushed some of the boy’s soft snowy locks from his face. “now now, you should have just given in to me. Now look what happened..?” he shook his, head then smirked and picked the boy up and carried him from the balcony, back into the palace. “But don’t worry; we’ll have plenty of fun together when you wake up…”

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It was unsure of how much later that Taman finally awoke. The boy stirred groaned, then tried to sit up and nearly cried out from the pain that swam though his head and fell back down again, his whole body feeling as though it was made of lead. He tried to look around him, though his vision was blurred and unstable, unable to focus on anything. He remained like this, unmoving, for a few moments before he finally noticed someone sitting in the room with him, sitting in a chair against the opposite wall.
He winced as he heard them laugh, recognizing the sound. “Donovan...” his voice was weak though did not lack on sounding his hate for the male, hating the very sound of the other male’s name.
Donovan smiled at his weak sibling and stood up from the chair, his eyes looking over the boy’s form. “How lovely to see you awake my dear little brother...”
Taman followed his brother’s gaze, and only then realized he himself was naked, every piece of clothing stripped from his lithe body. He sat up, his loose white hair brushing against his shoulders and back, and pressed his hands against the bed under him to hold up his weight, still feeling so weak from fainting. “Donovan, where are my clothes?”
The older boy ignored his brother’s inquiry and sat down on the bed next to the other, scanning over the youth’s bare form. “You know Taman, it was always a wonder to me how you could look so much a girl...how you could hide any trace of your manhood without even trying. But there is something you can’t hide so easily, no matter how pretty your clothes or make-up...” his hand then reached forward and took hold of his brother’s member, smiling at the shudder that moved through the boy’s form. “So lovely Taman...i can barely stand to look at you without fucking you on the spot...”
He laughed softly and shook his head, then moved closer to the boy on the bed enjoying the fear in the youth’s eyes at his closeness. “You should relax...it won’t hurt nearly as bad as if you fight me...
Before Taman could do anything, he was pushed back onto the bed, pinned against it and looking up in dread at the older male above him. “Donovan, please, stops it! I’ll do anything, just not...” he felt tears sting the corners of his eyes and fall, sliding down his cheeks onto the bed under him.
But the other seemed not to even to care for his brother’s inner pain, his tears only making the other only that much more aroused. He placed his hand on the boy’s cheek and rubbed it in a what would have been soothing manner, though it only helped to increase Taman’s tears. “Now now Taman, you really should just relax and enjoy...let your brother help make you feel better...” he narrowed his eyes in amusement and pressed his lips back against Taman’s, taking the boy’s mouth once more.
Taman did nothing to try and stop him, his body still weak from being unconscious, and even if it wasn’t, Donovan was so much stronger than himself, there was nothing he could do, nothing...he closed his eyes tight as he felt his brother ravish his mouth with his lips and tongue, crying as he felt his hands slide down his naked body, caressing him, touching him, making him feel so dirty and pathetic.
Once he felt Donovan’s hands move closer to his nether regions, he tried to fight, pushing against the other and even trying to kick him, anything to get him off and to keep him from touching his most sensitive of areas.
Donovan narrowed his eyes and growled angrily as he felt the younger boy fight against him, and choked as he was kicked in his stomach, his breath being forced from him. He glared at the boy and jumped on him, wrapping his hands around his throat and squeezing hard, blocking any air from entering the drow’s lungs.
Taman’s eyes went wide and gasped for air, immediately stopping his attack to grab at his brother’s hands, trying to pull them off of his neck, trying to breath. His mouth gaped for air that wouldn’t come, and stared up in horror at him brother as he felt himself react to the lack of oxygen, his grip becoming weak.
Donovan smiled darkly at the suffocating boy under him, never relaxing his grip on his neck. “What did I tell you Taman? What did I tell you? I told you to relax and look what you do? Such a disobedient brat you are...” he tightened his hold on his little brother’s throat, grinning at the pain and terror that filled Taman’s eyes. “Say you’re sorry and you won’t do it again and maybe I’ll stop...”
Taman hardly registered Donovan’s words, his mind beginning to shut down with its precious air to make it function. He tried to do as the other said though, but all that came from his mouth was a dry gasp, unable to say anything.
The other laughed and smiled at Taman. “What is it, do you want me to kill you? Why won’t you answer me Taman..?” he shook his head and chuckled to himself, then looked evenly at the boy under him. “Do you promise to do as I say..?” he smirked as he saw the youth nod weakly, and lowered his face, his lips brushing against Taman’s cheek. “Good boy..”
Taman gasped for breath as he felt the hands move from his neck and coughed violently, his body trembling and his head reeling now that oxygen was found and was returning to him. He hardly had enough time to recover before he felt hands on his thighs, spreading his legs apart, and a body move in between them.
Donovan sighed and smiled at the boy as he untied the strings on the front of his pants that kept his growing arousal hidden, and groaned as the final tie was undone and let his member free, the aching organ throbbing from the lust the drow felt for his younger brother. He held onto Taman’s thighs tight and grinned down at the younger boy, a crazed, sex-driven light in his eyes. “Now, because you didn’t obey me, I’m not going to even try to make this feel good for you..Though no doubt a little whore like you will enjoy it anyway..”
Taman looked up at his brother, feeling the tears start up once more. He bit his lip and stiffened as he felt something large and hard press against his tight entrance, and sobbed as he waited for the pain he knew was going to come. He tried to keep from screaming as he felt his brother’s cock ram inside of him, pushing his inner walls apart and tearing him, but he couldn’t, there was so much pain and it just hurt so, so bad..
Donovan groaned loudly and arched his back as he felt Taman’s tight ass slip over him, and laughed as he heard the young drow scream in pain, relishing the sound of his voice, the tortured sound that he had caused. He pulled back out and thrust back inside of him and found it was much easier to penetrate him now, and glanced down, nearly laughing again as his saw crimson coating his length, the boy’s blood from his torn insides…
Taman closed his eyes tight and tried to forget the pain, tried to forget that he was being raped by his own brother, someone he was supposed to trust, but all he could feel was the searing pain that soared through him every time Donovan entered him, overtime he moved..
Donovan moaned and held onto the other’s thighs so tightly that they bruised the dark skin, though he didn’t care, all he wanted was to fuck this boy, fuck him so hard and hear him scream..He didn’t stop or slow at all until he finally reached his released and spilled his hot seed into the boy’s broken body with a groan.
He breathed in deep, sighing in pleasure as he pulled himself out of the other and smiled at him, petting his cheek. “You felt so good Taman..So hot and tight..” he laughed and used a blanket on the bed to wipe the blood and cum from his dick, and quickly did up his pants, placing himself back in them once more.
Donovan sighed stood up off the bed and walked to the door, the smell of sex, blood and tears thick in the air, and looked back at his brother on the bed, the boy curled up in his pain and crying. “You should have just listened to me Taman..i hope that next time you’ll be a good a little boy..” he laughed again as he saw the boy shudder and sob at his words, and left, leaving him there, torn, bleeding and broken.

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Taman just lay there on the stained bed, naked and bleeding, completely unaware of anything else around him beside the pain that that racked his body unmercifully, unable to stop the tears that kept coming, soaking up cheeks and the bed under him. He felt nothing for a long time save for his own pain, until the gentle touch of a hand was felt of his back. He cringed and whimpered and closed his eye tight, thinking it his brother back for another round of fun. “Please no, no more, just go away, please..” he trembled as his body remembered fully the pain it felt when he was penetrated and torn, and couldn’t help but cry even more. He stopped shaking though as he heard his name spoken, the voice sounding nothing like his brother’s, young and accented with and a tone that was foreign to the any other voice in the Underdark. Slowly he looked up at this new, and choked, his eyes filled with happiness at seeing him.
“Garvan! Goddess, Garvan!” he immediately hugged the other boy, then cried out in pain soon after, any movement hurting him so badly.
The boy was of a race of the surface world, an anthro, a Siamese cat boy. He looked to be about fifteen, though his eyes , two colors of blue, icy and midnight, held such age and such cold emotion that would not have been present in any other normal teenager, would not be even in adults. Garvan pet the drow’s head, brushing his hand through the pained boy’s hair, and carefully lay him on his side on the bed, making sure to put as little pressure possible on the dark skinned boy’s rear. “Taman, you mustn’t move now. You’ll only hurt yourself more if you do.”
Taman smiled gratefully and nodded at his long time friend, relieved as he watched him sat down next to him, and reached out, holding his hand. They remained like this for a while, until the elfin boy heard the cat sigh.
“Taman..Who did this to you..?” he already had a guess, but it was best to make certain.
The crimson eyed boy winced and didn’t answer for a second, then replied weakly. “..Donovan..” he looked up in alarm when Garvan stood up, and reached for his hand again, trying to pull the anthro back to him. “Garvan, what are you doing?”
The boy looked back at the other, his eyes holding deep hate, though it was not directed at the drow. “I’m going to go kill your brother. Let me go.”
Taman almost shivered at the icy cool tone the other’s voice held, completely devoid of any emotion, then shook his head and held on tighter to his hand. “Garvan, please no, you’ll only get in trouble, I don’t want you hurt too..” he bit his lip, feeling even more tears come. “Please Garvan, stay with me, I don’t want to be alone now..” he looked down at the bed and let go of the Siamese boy’s wrist. He blinked as he felt weight press against the bed next to him and looked up just as he felt arms move around him, pulling him against a warm, comforting body.
Garvan looked down at Taman, holding the drow against him, being as gentle as he could with the torn body of his dark skinned friend. “I will stay. Please, sleep now though. It will help you heal faster.”
Taman’s smiled happily at the other, so glad that he was going to stay, and tried not to think of what he would do if he saw Donovan again. He moved closer to the anthro, wincing at the pain in his body, and rested against Garvan, resting his cheek against his chest and closed his eyes. “Thank you Garvan..Thank you so much..”
“Shh, sleep..” the cat boy brushed his hand over the drow’s eyes, and sighed, resting back against the hall. His eyes narrowed as he though of Taman’s older brother, the cocky perverted dark elf who loved to prey on the younger boys of the dark stone palace. He growled softly, counting on the time he’d be able to see him again and introduce him for the last time to the blade of his sword.