Brother, if You Love me, Smile
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
10
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7,704
Reviews:
62
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Brother 1
Brother, if You Love me, Smile
By Suikou
Chapter one
The usual bedroom scene, two lovers entangled passionately with each other, hardly remembering to breath as they kiss, tongues battling for dominance, the young woman playfully giving in to him as he caressed her curves . . .
They were always like this, usually. But lately . .
"Hmm?"
The scene had changed - Instead of soft curves below him Az was pressed against the hard body of a man, finding himself weakened as he was kissed bruisingly, his partner, Damian, running his hand through the other's black locks and down to cup his face.
"Ah . . . ha." A fine blush appeared on his features, complimenting the nervous glance. He gripped Damian's arm lightly. "What are you doing?"
"Shh."
Oh. A nervous laugh. He'd seen this before in movies. But . . . it'd never involve him would it . . . - Oh God!
A low moan escaped his lips as Damian bowed his head swiftly, claiming the younger one's lips in another, burning kiss. His grip on Damian tightened as the older man invaded his mouth, sleek tongue leisurely mapping it out. He was gasping for breath once the kiss was broken, blue eyes widening as his new lover dipped lower.
"N-no Damian-" he pushed at the man, "it's not right we're-"
"Too late." His member was engulfed, eliciting a startled cry from his lips.
He awoke with a start to the annoyance of the phone, a sheen of sweat dampening his skin. Damn not that dream again. It had started just a few weeks ago, dreaming of his brother like that, and he hated it. His erection however cast the opposite opinion, throbbing against his boxers. He groaned in frustration, muffling the sound by throwing his pillow over his face, the faint scent of green apples invading his senses. Wait. That wasn't right. He curiously withdrew the pillow, blinking at it. Ack, this was his brother's, which meant . . . Oh God! Az leapt from the bed quickly, the shrill ring of the phone providing a distraction. He practically ran out of the room, managing to collide with the wall as he turned the corner, grimacing faintly in pain.
"Ow. I'm coming, I'm coming!" He growled out at the device, fumbling with the receiver for a moment. "Pornography party central, please press one for a male, and two for - sorry, no other options."
A smooth chuckle. "Sounds thrilling. Am I welcome?"
He had to grip the wall as his knees weakened at the voice.
"D-Damian."
"Heh. What a way to greet me."
"Oh shut up I just - Why are you calling?"
"Hmm? Ah, I'm coming back for a while."
Coming . . . I'm coming . . .
His back arched as he clung to the sheets, trying to hide his embarrassed face. "Damian. . ." He moaned softly as his member was continuously fondled by the slim tongue of his lover, occasionally joined by a kiss to the head. "I -I'm-" Az brought a knuckle to his lips and bit it, causing he partner to chuckle quietly.
"You wanted it."
"Oh shut up I-" The rest of his words turned in a choked gasp as the fingers inside him brushed against the bundle of nerves, drawing a faint shiver from the younger man. . .
"Az? Heeellloo. Azrael? Don't tell me I killed you."
"Ah, no. No." He murmured a bit breathless, cheeks dyed a flaming red as the dream was recalled. Damnit. "Listen, I got to go."
"Right, school." The tone sounded amused. "And, Azrael, next time you want phone sex, try and get a girl, 'kay?"
Az blinked in confusion, before his eyes widened in faint horror. "Wait, Damian!" The line was dead though. "Damn." He muttered, leaving the phone carelessly on the table. His voice had caused him to imagine the dream again and . . . and . . . It took him a few seconds to realize that he had actually come during that scene, causing another notch to rise in his embarrassment/horror factor.
"I'm a freak." He muttered, resisting the urge to hit his head against the wall. "I'm a perverted freak who needs to be locked up and . . ." he happened to glance at the clock, "and I'm late. Wonderful." He ran a hand through his hair in annoyance, wandering off.
Damnit.
Yes, damnit all indeed.
By Suikou
The usual bedroom scene, two lovers entangled passionately with each other, hardly remembering to breath as they kiss, tongues battling for dominance, the young woman playfully giving in to him as he caressed her curves . . .
They were always like this, usually. But lately . .
"Hmm?"
The scene had changed - Instead of soft curves below him Az was pressed against the hard body of a man, finding himself weakened as he was kissed bruisingly, his partner, Damian, running his hand through the other's black locks and down to cup his face.
"Ah . . . ha." A fine blush appeared on his features, complimenting the nervous glance. He gripped Damian's arm lightly. "What are you doing?"
"Shh."
Oh. A nervous laugh. He'd seen this before in movies. But . . . it'd never involve him would it . . . - Oh God!
A low moan escaped his lips as Damian bowed his head swiftly, claiming the younger one's lips in another, burning kiss. His grip on Damian tightened as the older man invaded his mouth, sleek tongue leisurely mapping it out. He was gasping for breath once the kiss was broken, blue eyes widening as his new lover dipped lower.
"N-no Damian-" he pushed at the man, "it's not right we're-"
"Too late." His member was engulfed, eliciting a startled cry from his lips.
He awoke with a start to the annoyance of the phone, a sheen of sweat dampening his skin. Damn not that dream again. It had started just a few weeks ago, dreaming of his brother like that, and he hated it. His erection however cast the opposite opinion, throbbing against his boxers. He groaned in frustration, muffling the sound by throwing his pillow over his face, the faint scent of green apples invading his senses. Wait. That wasn't right. He curiously withdrew the pillow, blinking at it. Ack, this was his brother's, which meant . . . Oh God! Az leapt from the bed quickly, the shrill ring of the phone providing a distraction. He practically ran out of the room, managing to collide with the wall as he turned the corner, grimacing faintly in pain.
"Ow. I'm coming, I'm coming!" He growled out at the device, fumbling with the receiver for a moment. "Pornography party central, please press one for a male, and two for - sorry, no other options."
A smooth chuckle. "Sounds thrilling. Am I welcome?"
He had to grip the wall as his knees weakened at the voice.
"D-Damian."
"Heh. What a way to greet me."
"Oh shut up I just - Why are you calling?"
"Hmm? Ah, I'm coming back for a while."
Coming . . . I'm coming . . .
His back arched as he clung to the sheets, trying to hide his embarrassed face. "Damian. . ." He moaned softly as his member was continuously fondled by the slim tongue of his lover, occasionally joined by a kiss to the head. "I -I'm-" Az brought a knuckle to his lips and bit it, causing he partner to chuckle quietly.
"You wanted it."
"Oh shut up I-" The rest of his words turned in a choked gasp as the fingers inside him brushed against the bundle of nerves, drawing a faint shiver from the younger man. . .
"Az? Heeellloo. Azrael? Don't tell me I killed you."
"Ah, no. No." He murmured a bit breathless, cheeks dyed a flaming red as the dream was recalled. Damnit. "Listen, I got to go."
"Right, school." The tone sounded amused. "And, Azrael, next time you want phone sex, try and get a girl, 'kay?"
Az blinked in confusion, before his eyes widened in faint horror. "Wait, Damian!" The line was dead though. "Damn." He muttered, leaving the phone carelessly on the table. His voice had caused him to imagine the dream again and . . . and . . . It took him a few seconds to realize that he had actually come during that scene, causing another notch to rise in his embarrassment/horror factor.
"I'm a freak." He muttered, resisting the urge to hit his head against the wall. "I'm a perverted freak who needs to be locked up and . . ." he happened to glance at the clock, "and I'm late. Wonderful." He ran a hand through his hair in annoyance, wandering off.
Damnit.
Yes, damnit all indeed.