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A sigh of relief escapes Joshua’s lips as he plops down onto the edge of the bed beside Dion’s. Even in his hard-earned moment of reprieve, unpleasant recollections of the incident at Twinside shroud his mind. He stifles a painful cough so as to not interrupt Dion’s slumber, stealing gazes across the room to ensure he’s not disturbed. He presses the palm of his hand into his throbbing side and grimaces at the metallic taste of blood once again filming his mouth.
He manages to display a weary smile as Clive takes a seat next to him silently, unable to vocalize the concern already plainly written all over his face.
“There is no need to fret, Clive… I’m alright.” He is quick to try to put Clive’s mind at ease.
Joshua turns his gaze shyly towards Clive as a broad hand presses gently against his cheek and pulls him close. He recalls their embrace mere hours ago when he was finally reunited with his beloved brother. After eighteen years of pent up emotions and anticipation were released in the safety of Clive’s arms, it stoked an insatiable desire within him that he never realized he had held so close to his heart.
Joshua leans into Clive’s hand as a dog would its master’s, tears welling up again at the evidence of years on Clive’s haggard face. He returns the caresses, tracing his own fingers against the remnants of a Bearer’s mark on his brother’s stubbled cheek. His heart breaks. They have a silent but mutual understanding of each other’s long and arduous journeys that ultimately led them back to one another.
Forehead pressed against Clive’s, Joshua exhales at the warmth settling in his cheeks. He leans in, cautious and curious, closing the gap between them with a gentle brush against Clive’s trembling lips. It feels right and long overdue, despite never having a thought about his brother so perverse until this very moment. If only Mother could see them now.
He relishes the way Clive returns the kiss—deeply, passionately. Joshua allows Clive to take his hands and guide them around his neck as Clive wraps his arms tightly around Joshua’s thin waist in return. Joshua lusts after Clive’s eagerness, and wonders if Clive, too, has fantasized about bedding him since their reunion. Though technically Clive was considered a stranger by all means, there was still a sense of comfort in the fact that they were—are—family.
We are meant to be together as one. The union of their Eikons is all the evidence Joshua needs.
It’s quite enjoyable following Clive’s lead—being laid down, pampered in a trail of kisses down the middle of his stomach, his bloodsoaked tunic lazily crumpled in Clive’s grip and held up against his bare chest, right above the gash in which he held Ultima closer than he would ever a lover.
But rather, Joshua worries that Dion will wake to the Rosfield brothers acting on their primal nature. He turns his head towards the sleeping prince, fantasizing about the thrill of being caught in his most vulnerable, filthy state. He lets out an unexpected, panicked moan as Clive latches onto his nipple, suckling until puffy, but Clive pulls away in realization that Joshua has been preoccupied by the other man in the room. Clive leans almost threateningly down against him, and Joshua is tickled by Clive’s hot breaths against his ear. He turns his head to the side again instinctively, opening up his neck to Clive’s bared fangs.
“Am I not enough, Your Grace? Shall I stop?”
“No… Continue,” Joshua commands with an exhale, anchoring himself to Clive’s warmth as if to beg for his brother’s forgiveness. “Please.”
“Then, as you wish.”
It becomes increasingly harder to lie still underneath Clive’s weight as hot kisses pepper his neck, his rough fingers tracing the edges of the tear in the center of his chest. Joshua feels his stomach churn, the feeling of dread rushing over him as Clive continues to weave his fingers through the purplish wisps of light leaking from his chest. He’s unsure of the technicalities of trapping a soul within, but he can’t imagine being fingered by his most desired vessel would keep Ultima sealed in place compliantly. But Clive seems to care less about the circumstances, and more about Joshua’s reactions to his every touch. The boy’s mewls are muffled with rough, lust-filled kisses. He’s held down from squirming from the inexplicable sensation flowing through his body as Clive presses his fingers deep into his sternum as if he means to touch his beating heart.
Still, he finds solace in the way Clive’s tongue fills his mouth and knee pressing into his groin, a kind reminder that his brother is his protector and keeper. Joshua gasps for air as Clive breaks their passionate kiss and moves his hand away from his chest down to his stomach, their noses grazing against each other’s as each male soaks up the other’s beautiful, flushed image in the flickering light.
Joshua props himself up on his elbows as Clive sits up and extends a hand. He’s guided onto his stomach, legs parted and hips lifted off the bed as Clive presses his groin against Joshua’s behind. Joshua trembles in anticipation, wanting so badly to be filled with a kind of warmth that only another Dominant of Fire may possibly make him feel. He gasps as Clive snakes his hand down the front of his breeches, gripping Joshua’s half-erect member and stroking him inelegantly in the confinements of his garments. It was uncomfortable, but the fabric rubbing back against him heightened his sensitivity to Clive’s palming. He savors the way Clive treats him like a common whore.
“C—Clive… Clive, please,” he mumbles, biting down on his bottom lip as he feels himself thickening in Clive’s calloused grip. He ruts back pathetically, aching to satisfy himself. Clive’s heavy breaths against his exposed neck make him shiver, a bold command for Joshua to come being groaned into his ear. Joshua clamps down onto his pillow, moaning through his teeth as he relinquishes control and climaxes into Clive’s offering hand. Pathetic spasms radiate from his body as Clive withdraws his palm from under Joshua and yanks down his cum-soiled breeches just enough to expose his ass. He feels mortified and rather shy.
Joshua groans as he feels Clive’s thick fingers prodding at, pushing past his entrance with a soft squelch. Fingers curling in and out of him slowly, rhythmically, until it starts to feel less painful than pleasurable. He feels Clive fumbling with his undergarments, pulling out and stroking his own cock, tip hotly pressing against Joshua’s inner thigh with every pump. He whines softly in want when Clive removes his fingers, only the slickness of his own cum in his hole remaining.
He’s pulled up and back again by his hips, cock lining up against his puckering, pinkened hole. Joshua is convinced from the first push that Clive is going to tear him apart from the inside.
“Ah… Fuck, Joshua… You’re so tight…”
Something about Clive’s vulgarity and animalistic approach towards his sex makes Joshua weak in the knees. He wants Clive to rob him of his autonomy. He wants to be told no.
“Fuck me,” Joshua timidly mumbles, in an embarrassing attempt to mimic his older brother. Clive responds with a soft chuckle that vibrates through his own flesh. He feels the comfort of Clive’s hand caressing his head, fingers running through his wavy blond locks affectionately.
Breath hitched, he relaxes his body to allow Clive to enter him deeper, harder, sink them both into the creaky bed. His brother wasn’t much of a considerate or gentle partner, it seemed, but Joshua didn’t mind. He still craves Clive’s affection, even if it comes in the form of pain as it always had. Clutching his pillow, Joshua lets Clive toy with his smaller body as he so pleases as he slowly finds his own respite as Clive fucks him to another orgasm born of pain.
Now with very little regard for his sleeping roommate, Joshua arches his back up and cries out as Clive bucks his hips harder into him, the grip in his hair tight as warm seed is planted deep inside his hole. Joshua is obedient when held down underneath his brother’s weight, frozen together as he fantasizes about becoming Clive’s bitch to be bred. Their breaths in unison, tense muscles relaxing and melting into each other.
In a final attempt to please, he clenches his walls as Clive slowly pulls out of him with a satisfying groan and shifts over next to his limp body. Joshua fumbles with his clothes to make himself decent before rolling back to face the other male. He hides his face in Clive’s torso to mask the pain caused by excess stress on his body, inhaling the scent of musk and cloves clinging to his brother’s filth-ridden garments.
There’s a bit of an awkward silence in the air, in which the two exchange a tired laugh instead of words. Joshua is solaced by the rising and falling of Clive’s broad chest against his cheek.
“We’ve made a mess, Clive, haven’t we? We ought to clean it…” Joshua mumbles, eyelids heavy from exhaustion and comforted by the weight of his brother’s heavy arms holding him closely.
“We could always, erm…” A pause as Clive seems to rack his brain for a viable solution. “Simply burn the evidence?”
“Well, that isn’t the worst idea, but perhaps we should entertain other solutions first before such an extreme one,” Joshua states between giggles, amused at the thought of having to explain how one of the beds were set on fire. They lay together in silence.
“Would you stay with me for a while? Just until I—”
“You needn’t ask, Joshua. I will stay for as long as you need.” Spoken like the true former First Shield he knew Clive to be.
“Thank you, Clive… I’ve missed you dearly.”
“And I you.”
How natural the long-awaited reunion seemed to be. Joshua can’t imagine being apart from the one he loved most ever again. Not after this night, not after how perfectly he feels they are when together.
Eighteen years was truly worth the wait after all.