Fantasy Fulfilled?

**It should be kept in mind that the names are strikingly similar, Ziath is the oldest, and Xian isn't bulky, but he's not exactly lean, either. Basically, he's stronger in appearance, but as they're both Vampyres, Ziath's...eh, "tendencies" and mental capabilities are far superior. Also note that they don't live in the Human World...their concepts of both dress and appropriate behavior are totally different, hense "skirt". You'll figure it out...**


The sunlight flowed softly through the treetops around them, bathing them in a glow of pale pink, gold, and lingering blue. Ziath couldn’t prevent a smile from gracing his lips as Xian sighed and let himself fall over onto his brother’s shoulder, both of them in complete contentment. The elder male brought an arm up to rest around his sibling’s strong shoulders, and Xian blushed profusely at the action, catching Ziath’s attention.

“What?” he asked laughingly, a tone rarely heard, “What is it, Xi?”

“Oh…it’s nothing…” he replied, still blushing as he breathed in his brother’s strong scent of pine, earth, musk and a slight bit of blood. He felt himself growing redder and slipped out of the light embrace. Ziath turned to face him, and his breath hitched at the sight of the dazzling, golden orbs shining into his own of silver; an immaculate eyebrow arched teasingly, and the older male scooted much closer to his younger brother.

“Nothing, huh?” he mocked, maneuvering so that their faces were only inches apart and their bodies even closer, “Then why…” he began, his voice deep and a bit huskier than it could have been, “are you blushing, Little Brother?” Xian only turned more crimson, the flush spreading from his face down his neck and toward his chest.

“Well, I…uh…um…” he found it increasingly hard to make a coherent thought, let alone a sentence, as Ziath brought them closer. Gold irises were burning into him, setting the pit of his stomach aflame in the process.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a crush on me…Would you?” Ziath asked, his voice increasingly seductive, and his expression changing rapidly to a rather teasingly erotic look. Xian gulped roughly, and leaned back, suddenly very hot in his brother’s presence. When he didn’t answer, however, Ziath’s eyes took on a mischievous gleam, and before Xian could react, delicately strong fingers had tangled around in his short hair, pushing his head rather roughly toward Ziath’s and crushing their lips together forcefully.

Xian was taken aback, and his eyes widened in response to the sudden action, but as he saw Ziath’s eyes close and long, thick eyelashes stand out against pallid skin on a quite perfect face, he felt suddenly weak and melted into his brother’s commanding hold. His mouth opened weakly, and Ziath’s tongue plunged hard, tasting and prodding before gently surrendering control. Xian, having been with Rai for the majority of his adult life, knew a role switch when it was presented to him, and almost instinctively, he quickly tipped the scale. His strong hands twisted long fingers into his brother’s pleasantly long, sleek tendrils, jerking his head back with enough force to make him lay back as he let his own mouth be plunged into. A delicately masculine mewl rumbled in Ziath’s throat as Xian’s weight pressed down on him, and as if he was suddenly knocked back into reality, Xian pulled away, breathing roughly and his eyes wild with multiple flashing emotions, one of which was a dull frustration at Ziath’s smug expression.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Ziath said evenly, and sat back up, watching Xian’s expression carefully. He chuckled, clearly surprising his younger sibling, and placed a feminine hand on his shoulder, “There’s nothing wrong with it, you know….” he paused as silver eyes rested on him, the aqua flecks prominent as something akin to fear flashed through them, “…In fact, I really don’t mind.”

Xian caught the hint. And immediately, he felt himself going red again. He looked away, unsure as to whether facing his brother was the best option at that particular point, but he felt a cool hand on his hot cheek, and he let his head be turned back to Ziath’s beautifully shining eyes.

“Come on, Xian.” He said deeply, blinking slowly, “You want this…and I’m rather curious, I admit. So, show me.” he smirked as Xian only grew a deeper shade of red, “And besides…you’re pretty when you blush.”

Ziath chuckled again as Xian looked at him with what he felt to be the most adorable mix of confusion and embarrassment…but his nose never lied, and he knew his hunch was more than a simply educated guess; it was an obvious fact…A fact that he was perfectly comfortable with. He reached out with a long arm, and in Xian’s moment of vulnerability, stroked two clawed fingers along the growing bulge beneath the fabric of his brother’s skirt. Xian gave a startled yelp, and his first instinct was to jump away, but the cautious touch became a ferocious grip, and he found himself suddenly unable to move. Ziath moved forward, and in Xian’s hazy stupor, he felt a wonderfully moist tongue trace around his pointed earlobe, play with the earrings dangling, and warmth of breath as Ziath whispered,

“You want me, so have me… I’ll be yours to control, Xian…”

The flame in Xian’s stomach became a bonfire, and he gulped again, before looking back at his brother. Ziath’s eyes were half lidded and cloudy, and his scent was increasing with an obviously building desire; tentatively, Xian closed the small distance between them and recaptured his brother’s lips, but was met with no resistance as his tongue requested entrance. Once more, he pinned Ziath to the soft, grassy earth, and kissed him deeply, applying more and more pressure as his own hunger increased--- Ziath still remained submissive. Even as Xian’s hands glided across his toned body, claw tips tracing every muscle, and the long tongue touching every inch of his mouth, he didn’t attempt to dominate, or to fight back; he was startlingly at ease surrendering to his brother’s talented touch, relishing the way every nerve in his body sparked and flared at the ministrations, and he even allowed himself to groan deeply, quietly, within the pit of his chest.

Ziath opened eyes that he hadn’t realized he’d closed as Xian’s hand maneuvered beneath his skirt, rubbing at his inner thigh; but when Xian’s mouth left his and moved to his throat, any qualm that may have decided to spring forward was immediately crushed as a nearly unbearable pleasure spread from his neck and down his spine. Xian’s mouth was hot on his skin, and oh, oh, so talented as he nipped with growing fangs along pallid flesh, making Ziath shiver beneath such torturous gratification. He groaned again, much louder, as the feeling in his upper body mingled with the sudden sensation of his member being slowly stroked with practiced ease; a heat unlike any other that he’d felt flooded him completely, and his back arched lightly into the hand gripping him. He felt Xian smirk against his warming skin, and slow the pace of his hand to an evilly slow stroke, letting his thumb graze the tip softly before moving back toward the base; in short, Ziath was in a bliss that he’d never known possible…

Truth be told, Xian was having quite a rough time controlling himself.

Only in his dreams, and wildest ones at that, did he ever have his elder brother in such a position, laying vulnerable and yet willing to his touch and every whim. Skin like satin grew warm, then hot beneath his fingers, a reaction that had him fighting himself for control as not to take his brother completely and forcefully at that very instant. But he remained in control, even as Ziath moaned and squirmed lightly beneath him, silently begging for more, wanting to feel an unknown pleasure, release a desire unknown to his gorgeous body….

But he could hear it.

The mental plea; the soft, unspoken word that echoed through Ziath’s mind; the outcry so silent that it rang deeply through Xian’s ears…

…please…

Xian removed his hand, and allowed his lips to leave Ziath’s neck and shoulders and move down toward a very masculine chest, toned perfectly with the man’s sleek, agile body, poised for both grace and power. Needy lips enclosed around a single dark nipple, making Ziath give a most erotic gasp of breath as his back arched again, and his hands gripped the strong arms positioned on either side of him. It was no secret that, in comparison to Xian, he was rather lithe, and Xian was more than prepared to take advantage of that small detail; in fact, he was counting on it. He sucked roughly on his brother’s chest, and bit down hard before moving onto the other erecting nipple; the grip on his arms was beginning to make claws dig into his flesh, and while the pang of pain was well welcomed, it was an action pressing for dominance.

And Xian wasn’t about to be dominated this late in the game; he jerked his arm free, met Ziath’s eyes with his own, and reached back beneath the man’s skirt and clutched tightly around the throbbing organ. Ziath gave a sharp outcry, a mingle of agony and ecstasy, and bucked his hips involuntarily as Xian began to pump his hand ruthlessly around it, wrenching up and down in a furious pace, feeling the hardness increase and the moisture begin to drip slowly down from the tip. In one fluid motion, however, he removed the skirt from Ziath’s body, exposing him fully, and buried the length of his brother’s cock deep into his throat.

Ziath gave a violent shiver, his head tossed back and a ragged breath bursting from his lungs; Xian let his fangs scrape along the delicate skin, and he placed his hands on his brother’s hips, preventing all movement as he sucked. As obvious as it was that Ziath was relishing every moment of this treatment, Xian, too, was fighting the urge to cry out with all the power his voice could provide. His brother’s taste was unlike any that he had imagined, and it was with an amazing ease that he could shift the length in and out his throat; he could feel the member twitching within the warm confines of his mouth, and while he would have given almost anything to taste Ziath’s seed as it spilled down his throat, he recoiled, and pushed himself up so that he was quite comfortably straddling his brother’s chest. Again, he intertwined his fingers in soft, black hair, and pulled Ziath’s head up to meet his own pulsing penis. Ziath appeared faintly wary, but extended the tip of his tongue nonetheless, and brushed it against the head of Xian’s heated shaft; gold eyes closed again, as the whole of the organ was pushed slowly into his mouth, and down his own throat, making him rebuke the natural reaction to choke, and instead, simply cut off his lungs.

Xian was initially gentle, knowing that Ziath was unaccustomed to such an act, but he also knew that he was in charge as well as that Ziath could simply cut off any negative reactions he may have. Thus, he began to thrust slowly into his brother’s mouth, feeling the encasing warmth and closing his eyes so as to focus every bit of his attention on the sensations in his groin. He let himself moan aloud, a deep, low rumble erupting from the depths of his throat; his thrusting became harder and rougher and though he knew of Ziath’s inexperience, he could definitely tell that the attempt being made was not shabby in the least. But his patience was now rapidly waning, and while he enjoyed every touch of Ziath on his skin, as well as the near-crippling feeling of being in control of someone he knew to, normally, be far superior to him, he was ready to move on. With a great intake of breath, he removed himself from his brother’s mouth, and focused his attention downward again, as he licked along the length of Ziath’s impressive size, and after a single look upward into closing golden orbs, took hold of surprisingly strong legs and moved them apart.

If there was a hint of it before, it was glaringly obvious now, that Ziath wasn’t just a bit nervous; he was apparently either very impatient, or very terrified. His body was tense, and Xian smirked before taking the older male’s sac into his mouth, hearing the shuddered gasp that emitted itself from Ziath’s pretty throat; Xian sucked softly and licked downward gently, before tracing the rim of his brother’s entrance with the tip of his tongue. The muscle automatically clenched, but Xian stroked at it forcefully, finally winning out the battle and plunging his tongue into the warm passage; Ziath had no problem in vocalizing his feelings on such an action, and his back arched with his growl. A slender finger slid gently into him, and he growled again, as the tongue moistened another digit that was pushed inside his core. Xian moved back up to kiss his brother, distracting from the pain he knew was coming as he began to move his fingers about, stretching slowly but effectively, the tight rings of muscle. Another finger entered, and Ziath winced slightly, almost unnoticeably, but the grimace was there, and Xian began stroking the elder’s erection again, pumping it back to full hardness, and cleverly distracting from the pain as his fingers moved faster and further apart.

Once again, he switched his focus, and his tongue returned to its place in the slightly looser passage, finding every nerve possible and touching it delicately, frustratingly. As Ziath growled again, he pushed his hips forward, and Xian began stroking his own cock, pumping so that cum began to ooze slightly from the tip as he was near-bursting. He lubricated Ziath a bit more, before regaining his hold on his brother’s legs, spreading them apart, and positioning the moist head of his penis against the man’s entrance. He met golden orbs briefly as he began to push slowly, fighting himself for control, entering his brother’s willing body. Ziath gave a mingled groan of pain and pleasure as Xian pushed deep, hilting himself within his brother’s rectum; he remained still, the battle for self-control still raging in his mind, but Ziath cautiously jerked his hips, and gasped raggedly when the head of Xian’s length pressed against a sensitive area within him. His eyes closed as his sibling’s girth registered to his body, and the need to breathe again became his one focus; the sensation of being completely filled was oddly satisfying, and he jerked his hips again, letting himself shudder pleasantly when he felt another sharp jolt of pleasure.

The movement was driving him mad with lust, and Xian could tell that he wasn’t going to be able to keep control in the situation any longer. His fangs were growing, pricking against his lower lip, and he knew his eyes were starting to glow a bright, translucent aqua. The grip on his brother’s legs moved to the man’s hips, and he pushed himself forward, driving deeper into the man’s body, giving no choice aside from opening his legs wider, and began to thrust shallowly, aiming roughly for the spot that he’d been brushing against. He knew that Ziath was a far cry from a screamer, and the more hushed the male became, the rougher his movements were made. He thrust wildly, his all-consuming thought to make the silence flip, and hear an outcry from that gorgeous throat, to rip apart the man beneath him, and to know that Ziath loved every minute of it.

His hips drove hard, and Ziath began to arch into the thrusts, relishing the pain and the overwhelming pleasure, wanting it harder and harder, knowing that it couldn’t be rough enough. He kept his eyes closed, focusing on the feeling of being ridden, the pressure in his chest the furthest thing from his conscious mind; there was a definite savageness to Xian’s breathing, he could tell, and he urged the man on mentally, not daring to make a verbal sound. His legs found themselves around his brother’s waist, and he pulled himself closer, driving the younger male deeper, pushing forcefully for Xian to lose his control over his body.

And lose control he did, indeed.

He pulled away, eyes consumed with icy blue, and brought Ziath to his knees; claws dug into the underside of the older male’s stomach as Xian reentered in one rough stroke, feeling the spasm that racked his brother’s body from the abrupt intrusion, as he began to drive harder, feeling blood trickle over his fingers and the strong, coppery scent intensify with each dangerously harsh breath Ziath took as their hips collided savagely.
Sweat gleamed on their bodies, the salty aroma mixing with that of the forest around them, and Xian growled in an animalistic fashion as he thrust harder and faster, going deeper still, as their sacs collided on every push. He could feel himself growing thicker within the tight walls, and his movements became even more ferocious, so much that a stream of red began to flow slowly from his brother’s anus as he plunged into the tightness again and again, pushing himself to his bursting point. He closed his eyes tightly as the first eruption of fluid burst from his body, and his thrusting abruptly stopped deep, as he began spilling his hot seed into his brother’s bowels.

With each splatter of cum inside his body, Ziath groaned deeply and his muscle clenched and he rocked backward, milking his brother for all he was worth as the thick seed flooded his insides; it was only when he felt Xian go limp within the now looser confines of his ass, did Ziath move forward and un-skewer himself. A hot flow of liquid ran down his thighs as he stood, but he didn’t care of that particular aspect at the moment.

It was his turn, and he was going to return the favor so graciously bestowed upon him.

With a single thought, his eyes flared completely red, encasing Xian in a bloody haze; the coloring faded until it only outlined his form, and it practically lifted him, stabilizing him onto his knees. Ziath’s fangs extended, and as he placed himself between his brother’s shaking legs, he leaned forward and plunged them into the younger male’s shoulder, burying his throbbing erection in Xian’s body in the process. A rather feline yowl echoed in his ears as a pleasurable tightness consumed his manhood and blood spilled freely into his mouth and down his throat, and his eyes turned a more bloody hue of crimson as he drank deeply and began to move his hips ruthlessly in and out of his sibling’s body.

The scarlet haze surrounded the both of them as Ziath fed graciously and fucked relentlessly, his movements too, drawing a substantial amount of blood as his member ripped through unwilling muscle. At this, Xian yowled again, but it was a different sort of outcry…an outcry demanding more, needing pain, wanting hurt and agony; Ziath was all too willing to comply. Roughly and determinedly, he forced himself into his brother’s body time after time, pulling out completely and rushing back in with strength enough to push his submissive partner forward in a violent lurch; each time, the howl ripped from Xian’s throat louder and more forcefully; each time, the aura around them grew stronger, wilder, and darker.

Ziath’s feeding stopped, and his hands began to move up and down his brother’s sides, his claws scraping along the bones of a strong ribcage, scratching at the muscles on Xian’s powerful back, and tearing mercilessly into the soft flesh on his hips and hard muscle on his stomach. The younger male’s passionate groans became even louder, more strangled, as his blood pooled around them, feeding the dark energy, and making him more helpless and vulnerable in his brother’s clutches.

But he was loving it.

And the thought was frightening.

Ziath’s control was constantly slipping as he all but turned Xian’s insides to shredded, raw meat, and he felt himself growling as the overwhelming smell of blood was letting the Vampyre in him release itself, letting it enjoy it’s prey to it’s fullest, letting him become the beast that he was truly meant to be. He was losing himself in his actions, driving harder still, unleashing every bit of strength into each violent insertion, relishing his brother’s outcries, feeling the vibe of want, of need, of desire and lust that was constantly growing, and now, beginning to feed his own primal acts and desires.

There was a fire burning through him, coursing like lightning through every fiber of his being; there was a pain, a near agony, in his stomach that made him bite his lip to keep silent. His thrusting became faster, and more shallow now, as he pushed closer, and scarcely pulled himself free before pounding against the loose, hot flesh around him. His eyes closed tightly. His snarl became more profound. The energy cracked and snapped dangerously as Xian became weaker and weaker in his brother’s grip, taking the pain, needing it, wanting it, silently begging for it as he pushed his hips into it.

He could smell it. He could feel it. He could hear the sound of the crimson liquid as Ziath ripped into him, tearing him apart. His throat hurt from his yelps and howls, and his chest panged each time he took a shuddering breath, but he wanted more. He needed more, as his vision began to haze at the edges, fading into blue again, and his mind became a ringing clamor in his skull. Long, fingers embedded talon-like nails into the earth, gripping at the ground for stability as Ziath reached his stride, and his current angle became almost unbearable. He bowed his head, locking his jaw as his nerves were set ablaze, and his own erection began to throb almost painfully, waiting for that right push, that right hit, that right angle…

Xian gave a deep, guttural cry as his release was granted when Ziath sank his fangs into his neck again, his cum bursting over his stomach and the grass as wave after seemingly endless wave of his brother’s essence flowed into him; the salty liquid burned his insides terribly, but it only added to his bliss as he coasted on the rush of his second climax, hearing his heart pound in his ringing ears as it beat angrily against his ribcage. He didn’t know how long they stayed that way, or just how much Ziath had spilled inside his stomach, but faintly, he felt his brother’s weight removed from him as he pulled away; Xian let himself sink slowly to the ground, exhausted and in pain. Beside him, Ziath dropped onto his side, panting heavily as he got his body back into sane working order.

They lay together for what felt like possibly hours, the only sound between them the echo of their breath and the rustle of the forest surrounding them. Xian, through closed eyes and hazy senses, felt Ziath hovering over him, nipping softly at his neck, and trailing around to his ear. As he licked along the lobe once, Ziath gave a soft, husky chuckle, and nipped at the point.

“…Fantasy fulfilled?” his voice was both curious as well as teasing, and Xian didn’t bother to stifle a snicker as he turned his head to his brother, and kissed him once on the lips as his only reply.