Brotherly Love

Disclaimer: These characters belong to Ebony Silvers, originator of the Babyverse. Thanks for letting me play. A/N: Please note that although Jean and Rene are classed as, and call each other brothers, this is not incestual fiction, they were sired by the same vampire, it\'s as simple as that really.

February 20th 2003

As the sun rose over the city of Mobile, awakening the streets with glistening rays, bringing people to life as they began their day, the sound of running water roused René from his sleep. He stretched out languidly, reaching his arms over to where his brother should have been lying. Jean\'s scent covered him: old books, cherry tobacco, and the slightest hint of liquor and cologne; musky, intoxicating. Sliding himself toward the headboard of the four-poster bed, René relished the feel of the satin sheets as they caressed his skin; just as they had done last evening when they had enveloped him; when Jean\'s love had warmed his heart… His thoughts took him to the previous night.

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The evening had arrived quickly as the brothers arranged plans for entertainment. Jean knew his brother was still in pain; it was one year to the day that René\'s baby had been born, then his daughter had been taken away from him, from the family. The pain in his brother\'s eyes that had had disturbed Jean more than anyone would\'ve believed possible, and the fact that he had been responsible for taking the baby didn\'t soothe his thoughts. Not at all. He saw that sadness, that empty place in his brother\'s eyes every time they met with his own, and couldn\'t help wondering if his eyes reflected the same thing back. His brother\'s heart had been broken, and it affected him deeply. Jean too found himself pondering the actions of his father, but the result was the same. The baby was not safe with them. She had to survive. So did René. He would help him do just that.

Jean had made a request at the front desk of the hotel earlier; satin sheets were being provided, as well as an array of candles. The table was booked at The Oyster House, and their food orders had been made, to save them waiting when they arrived for their meal. Jean had planned this evening for a while; he was going to introduce René to Olivia during their stay, and take him to see his lost daughter, a secret between only them, and Jean desperately wanted one night alone with his beautiful René beforehand. Just one night, together, to love his brother as he deserved; that was all his heart desired. Jean had reserved the finest table at the restaurant, ensuring that it overlooked the Bay, where they could watch the moonlight as it danced across the blades of grass centred there. He had also planned a late night stroll through the hotel grounds when they returned, with a pause in the courtyard to take in the evening before heading to the room.

After the long drive, René had hopped into the shower. Jean couell ell when his brother had emerged even with him still in the bathroom. His senses were assaulted with the smell of soap and a scent that was succinctly René. He would never forget that scent: fresh, like newly fallen rain, leather and pine intermingled with Old Spice and cinnamon. A scent burned into his memory from every touch, every caress, and every stolen kiss. Tonight he would love his brother in a way he had never done before. This was about them, and their bond with each other, about expressing his love and showing René what he truly meant to him. It would be a night René would never forget.

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The brothers exited the Malaga Inn side by side. Jean\'s car had been brought to the front of the hotel and they entered it swiftly. René looked sad, haunted by sweetened eyes and tender skin, a face he would never see again; the face of his daughter. He looked lost, gazing out of the window into the night as they drove to The Oyster House. He hadn\'t said more than two words to his brother all eveninean ean was worried; René was withdrawn. Usually during their nights together, he would make an effort to hold a conversation, or at least ge ate at Jean to let him know how he was feeling through silent message. Tonight, he had simply said nothing, and stared into space.

As the car pulled into a space at the entrance of the restaurant, Jean leaned over to his brother and placed his hand on his leg, just above the knee. He slid his thumb back and forth along the sensitive skin there and felt René shudder under him. Silently, he leant over to his brother, placed a soft kiss on his neck and spoke.

\"This night is for you m\' coeur. Enjoy it. I\'m here with you Renny, always here.\"

René looked at him, understanding the meaning hidden under the words. He nodded lightly, and placed his hand over Jean\'s.

\"Merci, m\' frère. Merci…\"

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They were seated at their table almost as soon as they had entered the restaurant. Both ordered ice tea to drink while they ate. Their appetisers were brought over with their drinks--two orders of oysters in half shells, and blue crab claws. Delicious. The smooth texture of the oyster in Jean\'s mouth made him forget for a moment where he was. If he could, he would have been blushing; as it was, he was finding it hard to concentrate on eating without choking on his thoughts. To say that oysters were an aphrodisiac wn unn understatement. Watching his brother eating them was a wonderful sight. René almost caressed them in his mouth for a while, and then swallowed slowly, as if teasing them into htomatomach. Jean\'s throat dried at the sight of it. He took a sip of his iced tea and calmed himself.

They sat in companionable silence through their main meal of grilled shrimp, steamed crab legs, fried flounder and fried oysters, accompanied by the spicy sensation of seafood gumbo. Their eyes met more than a few times, conveying mischief, pride and love. René seemed to be enjoying himself, though he had not said so; his eyes gleamed with happiness for his brother\'s efforts; he had a feeling the night could only get better.

After the table had been cleared, Jean leaned over to René, and took his hand in a gentle caress. He looked into his eyes, and spoke softly, circling his thumb around the back of René’s hand as he did.

\"I know you have been feeling down lately, my brother.\" René looked at him, his eyes saddened. \"I worry about you, my sweet René; it hurts to see you like this…. You know I care about you, yes?\"

René nodded and looked at his brother. Jean looked pained for him. \"I don\'t mean to hurt you, brother. I never mean for it to hurt you…\"

\"Ssh René… It\'s okay, you never hurt me. I am just in pain because you are. It\'s not your fault, m\' coeur. There is something you must know; that I have to tell...but not here. Let\'s go, yes?\"

\"Oui, m\' frère.\"

The two brothers departed the restaurant in silence; the car journey back to the inn seemed to drag time along with it. Jean was nervous, and he never got nervous, but René needed to know how he felt, before… Just one night… that was all he needed.

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When they arrived back at the hotel, Jean parked the car, and moved round to wheené ené stood. He took his brother\'s hands in his own, and led him through the complex to the courtyard. It was beautiful there. They both looked stunning in the moonlight. It danced across them, reflecting sparks of colours in their eyes, accentuating each move they made. Jean took his brother to the bench nearby, and they sat for a while, just contemplating the beauty of the scene before them. The moon was high in the night sky, the trees glistening with its light, swaying gently to the slight breeze in the air, almost as if dancing to music that only nature could hear. Had Jean\'s heart been able to beat, it would have been pounding at the sight of his brother. René was leaning back against the bench, looking as if he was on display in some ancient museum that captured beauty in its finest form. His arms stretched above him; his head lolled back, his eyes closed. He looked like ecstasy personified.

Jean stood swiftly, moving away from his brother to take in the full extent of this beauty before him. René’s eyes opened and he moved his head forward to face Jean\'s.

\"What is it, my Jean?\"

Jean\'s voice deepened and sounded full of lust as he spoke. \"It\'s you, m\' coeur. You are… magnificent.\"

René positively glowed with the compliment. His broad smile lit up his face and his eyes sparkled with happiness at his brother\'s words. \"What you wanted to say, Jonnie? You said you had something for me to hear… I never seen you this way before, you look like your heart is breaking, brother… what you want to tell me?\"

Jean\'ss sps sparkled as he looked at his brother. René was sincerely concerned about this conversation. Jean slowly approached the dark-haired man, and knelt before him. He clasped René’s hands in his own, leaned forward, and placed a soft kiss against his brother’s lips, pausing there a moment longer than he should have done. \"I want you to know that I love you. You know that, yes?\" René nodded and Jean continued. \"For a long time now, I have watched you… We have hunted and spent time with the family. We have always been close I believe, but I want you to know this. M\' cher, I love you. I love you more than life itself, more than this world, more than Papa… You, René, you are my everything. If I knew we could be together, I would not hesitate to claim you as my own. But we can\'t, and for that, I will be forever saddened. It’s all right; I understand why.\" Jean paused, reflecting on the fact that they could never be together but refusing to let his sadness ruin the evening. \"More than the world, I will love you; my heart will always be yours. Promise me René; promise me you will remember that over everything?\"

\"Je promets de me souvenir de, mon frère.\"

Jean\'s hands tightened around René’s as the words were spoken. René had promised; he would remember that he was truly loved by his brother no matter what happened. Jean\'s emotions overwhelmed him and he swept René into his arms and embraced him. His hands moved up to René’s f and and he gently traced his finger across René’s cheek. René shivered, so Jean repeated the action, and moved to kiss him. Lips parted eagerly. The kiss was soft and gentle, full of love. Tender, like the touch of the morning on the petals of flowers. Sensual. The two brothers rose to their feet in unison, moving closer as they did so. They were silhouettes in the moonlight, joined with each other. Pulling away gently, Jean looked into René’s eyes. He gave his brother a mischievous look, and tilted his head towards the entrance of the inn.

\"Shall we, brother?\" Jean whispered into the night, a smile playing upon his lips. René nodded and let the man who loved him lead him into the hotel.

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As René entered the bedroom of the hotel, he gasped. There were candles arranged all over the mantles, the light from them reflected off the pastel walls, and it made the room look almost as if it was floating in a sea of flame. He glanced at the bed, where he saw that golden satin sheets had replaced the white cotton ones that had been there earlier. Tentatively, he stroked his hand across them, revelling in the feel of the smoothness against his skin. When he turned around, he found his brother looking at him so intensely that it made him hard. Jean\'s gaze pierced his heart and sent a jolt right to his groin. No man had ever made him feel like Jean did.

Jean\'s gaze intensified as it met René’s. The scent of his brother\'s arousal, mixed with his own and the heated wax of the burning candles, was powerful. Jean reached his arms outwards to René and invited him into his embrace. Painfully slowly, René moved towards him. When their arms met as the embrace formed, Jean\'s body trembled with desire. René purred at him, letting him know he felt it. The vibrations reverberated through both of their bodies, forcing them closer to each other. Their lips met with abandon. Jean slid his tongue into René’s mouth and ran it over his teeth. René shivered again, and caressed Jean\'s tongue with his own. He could still taste the peppery spices from the meal, the cherry tobacco from the cigar they had shared after it, and the distinctive taste that was uniquely Jean.

Jean\'s hands glided seductively over René’s sides and moved to his chest, where they began unbuttoning the shirt that was concealing his flesh. René moaned under Jean\'s touch, each light scrape of skin on skin as Jean tortured him while Jean was removing René’s shirt bringing his lust to the surface. As Jean slid the shirt over René’s shoulders and it fell to the floor, Jean pulled back for just a moment to remove his own, then continued his assault on René’s senses. Fingers glided over flesh, not quite touching enough to be passionate, but still burning patterns into his skin as they moved delightfully from place to place as he was slowly manoeuvred toward the bed.

Jean stopped moving as soon as they reached the edge of the mattress. He pulled back slowly, seeing his brother\'s lips bruised from his tender assault on them. René’s eyes slowly opened and met his own.

\"René… Mon amour, mon coeur... tu es incroyable… Incredible… All for you, René. My love; for you alone…\"

Jean placed his hands on René’s bare chest, and ran his hands down the smooth torso as he began to kneel. Slowly, so slowly, he unzipped René’s trousers and slid them down his legs, taking his underpants with them; touching the skin of them with his hands as he did. He removed René’s shoes and allowed his brother to step out of his trousers and lie back on the bed. Taking René’s foot in the palm of his hand, he lifted it to his mouth and ran his tongue along the base of it, from heel to toe, then did the same to the front of the foot. One hand rested against René’s leg, swirling circular patterns and caresses, as Jean used his experienced tongue to lick gently up the front of his brother\'s calves. When he reached the thigh, he pulled back again and stood, removing his own shoes and trousers; he wanted to feel René’s skin against his own.

The picture of his brother lying before him, lust emanating from his eyes, encouraged him on with his task. Jean dropped once more to his knees and repeated the actions he had made on René’s one leg to the other, only this time, he licked the inside of René’s thigh, and moved his head to René’s crotch. Jean’s tongue darted out to drag along the heavy sack in front of him. He was assaulted with the scent of René’s arousal as he sniffed the jet-black curls around the base of René’s cock. Slowly he licked up and around the shaft, occasionally blowing and nibbling against the skin. When he reached the tip, his tongue flicked out and licked it gently, causing René to jolt and breathe unnecessarily. Then he engulfed the length in his mouth and began sucking it. Jean swirled his tongue around his brother\'s cock each time he took it fur inr into his mouth. Feeling his brother\'s control fading, he slowed his movement and released the shaft from his mouth, placing a kiss against the tip as he did.

He hovered over René’s body as he moved himself up onto the bed, and then lowered himself onto his brother. Their cocks met as their bodies melded together in heated passion, and they began kissing again, full of lust and need and desire, tongues duelling for dominance, seeking out every hidden corner of the other’s mo.. e.. each devouring and absorbing the other’s intensity. Jean\'s hands explored René’s sides and moved across his abdomen, where he took both shafts in his hand and united them.

He laid his head against René’s chest as he began fisting up and down the length of their cocks, each time adding a little more pressure. In an effort to keep himself controlled, every so often, Jean would slow to a near halt, making René moan for the loss of movement; but Jean intended this to last as long as possible. He was making love to his brother, and wanted to burn the memory of it into both their minds. He placed butterfly kisses against René’s neck as he felt his brother\'s breathing grow rapid. It was not strange to him that they both displayed such human qualities, like breathing, in the bedroom, as they also had other human qualities. The ability to love, the ability to be decent, regardless of the fact that they were vampires.

Jean moved his hand back and forth again, swirling their combined pre-cum over the tip of René’s cock, moistening it further. He slowed his movements and lifted himself back onto his haunches. Looking into his brother\'s eyes, he spoke…

\"I love you René. Let me love you, my brother?\"

It was a request. Jean always made sure that René was comfortable with what they were doing. Jean was so aroused he wanted René’s cock inside him, so he could feel the only thing that could ever come close to having René love him the way he loved René.

\"Let me pleasure you. I want you inside me.\" Jean looked down at his own cock, jutting out hard from his body, then his eyes travelled along René’s shaft, and up the length of his torso, to his face where the brothers’ eyes met, René’s filled with awe and Jean\'s filled with love.

\"All for you, my sweet René…\" Jean whispered huskily, his voice slicing through the air with its lust-filled tone.

René licked his lips. His brother looked beautiful, waiting for him like that… wanting him like that. If he did not know it before, he knew now that his brother loved him more than anything in the world, more than life, more than anyone. René knew that he was Jean\'s everything.

René nodded softly and looked into his brother\'s eyes. \"Oui, m\'frère... love me…\"

Jean leaned down towards the beauty that lay before him. \"You are beautiful, René… Thank you for this honour.\"

Their lips met in a smooth motion, the kiss, slow and intensely loving. Jean broke the kiss and leaned over to the bedside cabinet, from which he took a vial of scented oil. As he broke the clasp, scents of musk and cinnamon assaulted their senses. Jean poured the liquid into his hands, and smoothed it around his skin, then he lowered his hands to René’s sides and began massaging the liquid over them. As he massaged, he leaned forward, taking one of René’s nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, lavishing it with affection, nipping and biting lightly until it came to a hard peak. Then he moved to the other, slowly licking and nibbling across René’s chest, and swooping down on what had been the neglected nipple, with the same care and attention as he had done with the first. When it had hardened, he moved his oral assault to the centre of René’s chest, and began licking and nibbling his way down to René’s groin, all the while caressing René’s sides with his oiled palms.

René’s breathing became erratic once more as his brother trailed wet kisses across the tops of his thighs, never once faltering in his movements. He lurched as Jean took his cock in his mouth, down to the hilt. Had it not been for the tiny scratches Jean was placing on his sides, René would have come already, but the insistence of Jean\'s nails, followed by the soothing touch of the massage, let René know that he needed to last, that they needed to complete this journey together.

Jean released his brother\'s cock from his mouth and then travelled back up René’s body to his mouth, where they kissed chastely. He tangled one hand in René’s black locks of hair, and removed the oil from the nightstand with the other. He pulled back and looked at René’s face. There was a slight hint of uncertainty there, but Jean knew that René was often overwhelmed and would let Jean take the lead, which was was was happening now. His eyes still locked on histherther, Jean poured the liquid directly onto René’s stomach, watching René’s eyes widen at the sensation.

Jean took René’s hands and placed them into the oil, holding them with his own, moving them in slow circles through the liquid, until both pairs of hands were covered. Jean moved their hands up to his own thighs, gently moving them back and forth until he felt René’s hands move of their own volition. Jean gasped, and moved his own hands back to René’s stomachcompcompassed by the feel of René’s hands on his skin. He placed his hands in the oil, and spread it downward; thoroughly massaging it over René’s cock as he did, then he moved his hands back to join his brothers. Slowly, Jean slid René’s hands round his body to cup his ass, and, intertwining their fingers with each other, moved them towards his puckered entry. Guiding René’s finger, he gently slid it across his opening, which caused him to shudder. He looked at René and nodded, assuring René that he was fine, as he pushed the first of René’s fingers into himself.

René moaned at the sensation of the tightness around his finger, and moved it in, around and out at a steady pace, as directed by Jean\'s hand. Jean took another of René’s fingers and slid that into his hole to meet the first, pressing down on them both, trying to take them further inside, then added two of his own fingers, finding his brother\'s and moving them together, joining them in the passage, so that both brothers could feel the tightening, as his thrusts continued.

With his free hand, Jean took René’s cock again, gently fisting the length until pre-cum leaked from the tip. Abruptly, he pulled away from the fingers inside him, leant forward, and impaled himself on the hard length.

René moaned as his cock was engulfed in his brother\'s body. Jean was so tight; it was hard not to come straight away. His eyes closed, he licked his lips and moaned again, as Jean raised himself up and down at an excruciatingly slow pace. Failing to ignore the commands of his body, René thrust into his brother\'s tight ass, delighted when he heard a growl in response. Jean pulled him up from his shoulders and embraced him as he thrust forward, burying René’s cock inside him to the hilt. This time René growled, and the brothers’ lips met in a ferocious kiss. They were breathing erratically, lost in the ecstasy that was their lovemaking.

Jean pounded himself against René’s cock, delighted that his brother was matching his thrusts; he took René’s hand and moved it down to his own hardened shaft.

\"Touch me, brother…\"

René complied, fisting Jean\'s cock in time with their thrusts against each other. René felt his sack tighten, saw Jean fighting for the control to make his orgasm last, and growled. Leaning forward against Jean\'s chest, René shifted into game face and bit down, hard. Jean took that as a signal, and moved his brother\'s hand towards his face; his fangs came forth and he bit into the soft flesh just under René’s thumb. René thrust deeper into Jean, and spilled his release; moments later, Jean followed him into orgasm.

Jean brought René further into his embrace. He never wanted to let him go. René was so beautiful. He was his life, his heart, his love. Softly, he kissed his brother, willing his mouth to open. As it did, he swept his tongue inside, relishing the taste feelfeel of René’s mouth. Jean pulled back from the kiss, felt René’s cock softening inside him, and his eyes glazed over with love.

\"I love you, René…\" he whispered, not expecting a response; knowing that his brother\'s heart belonged to another…

René nodded. \"Oui, Jonnie.\"

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Disturbed from his reverie by the bathroom door opening, René looked up to see Jean, covered only with a towel. He looked into his brother eyes, searching for… something. Jean\'s eyes glistened back at him.

\"We have a busy day today, brother,\" Jean stated. \"Get some more sleep.\"

\"Oui, Jonnie.\"

Jean watched as his brother turned over and pulled the covers to him. Last night had been wonderful. He knew then, as he knew now, that it might be a long time until they could share time alone together again. René’s life was going to change today; it would be a new beginning for him. Jean sighed and took the packet of cherry cigars from the dresser. Still looking at René, he took one out of the packet, and lit it, inhaling deeply.

\'My sweet René,\' he thought. \'I hope you will be happy.\'

Tears glistening in his eyes, Jean remembered the feel of René’s skin against his own, the sensation of René filling him. Never before had they shared such an intensely sexual experience. Never before had anything felt so… right. He inhaled again on his cigar and remembered each kiss, each taste, each moan... He sighed. Turning away from the sight of his beautiful brother bathed in golden satin sheets, he began to organise the evening ahead.


~Fin~