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Sin and Salvation

Ashley Raventon had known for his entire life that his brother was the center of the world. As much as Ashley liked the attention of others, it was always his brother he sought when he was hurt or upset. If there was anything in the world that he desired, Ashley went to his brother to coax and wheedle and beg until he got his desires.

Ashley had known, too, when he grew old enough to have an interest in men and women, that none of them compared to his brother. None of them were as tall, as handsome, as intelligent, as confident. And though Ashley enjoyed thoroughly a number of dalliances as he was finding out his tastes and temperament, they all left him feeling lonely, and he often preferred to spend his evenings in his brother's study, reading a book until he got bored, and then monopolizing Arkady's attention until he was tired.

It was not until he was nineteen that he realized that he might be able to consolidate his interests. Morality and legality had never bothered the Raventons much, Ashley least of all, and Ashley found himself achingly bored of everyone in the world but his brother.

"Evening, Arkady," Ashley said, having decided upon what he wanted but not yet how to get it. He strode boldly into his brother's study, long red hair loose down his back. His clothing was impeccably fashionable, with tight-fitting breeches and a loose white shirt, his vest and jacket somewhere misplaced.

Leaning forward across his brother's desk, Ashley propped his elbows on the desk and snagged one of the papers in front of his brother, curious to see what business or scholarship occupied Arkady's attention tonight.

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Ashley moaned and mewled as Arkady filled him, completing him. Writhing beneath his brother, Ashley reached for him, returning one possessive hand to Arkady's hair to keep him close. He propped the other elbow against the desk, holding himself up partway as he moved with Arkady. "My Arkady."

"Mine... my Ashley," Arkady moaned back, thrusting even harder into Ashley and making sure his cock rubbed against his prostate. The feeling of being one with Ashley, it added to the sheer bliss of their lovemaking.

He reached between them to take his brother's cock in hand, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "My love."

Ashley whimpered at that, overwhelmed with pleasure as Arkady touched him, claimed him, loved him. His legs tangled tight around Arkady's waist, wanting as much contact as he could get as Arkady ravished him. "Arkady," he cried, forgetting any other word but his brother's name, as he spilled himself, bucking with ecstasy as the waves of it flooded through him.

It was the sight of Ashley climaxing, and the tightening around his cock, that triggered Arkady to come right after his brother. "Ashley!" He felt himself come inside Ashley, giving a few more shallow thrusts as he milked every last drop of pleasure from them both.

Arkady leaned down to kiss Ashley's lips, one of his hands stroking his thigh. "All mine."

Ashley smiled up at him, radiant with affection. Keeping his legs tight around Arkady's waist, he combed his fingers lazily through Arkady's hair, admiring how he looked from this angle. "Your hair is all mussed," he said, as though it hadn't been entirely his own doing.

Arkady smirked, running his hands through Ashley's own hair. "And you've made a mess all over yourself." His fingers ran through Ashley's seed, bringing them to his lips to lick them clean.

Grinning wide at the sight of Arkady licking his fingers like that, Ashley squirmed beneath him, utterly delighted. "Doesn't seem like a very efficient way of going about it," he teased, stretching his torso and giving Arkady's hair a tug to encourage him to apply his tongue more directly to the business of cleaning up the mess on Ashley's belly.

Arkady took the hint. He gently pulled his cock out of the younger man, so he could actually get a good angle, even as his length felt bare now that it wasn't surrounded by Ashley's flesh. He lowered his head to Ashley's stomach and began slowly licking him clean, running his tongue over his brother's flat stomach and moaning at the taste of his skin and fluids. "You taste divine."

Ashley whimpered softly as Arkady slid out of him, leaving him feeling empty, but Arkady's mouth on his skin was almost as good. "Arkady," he murmured, eyes closing with pleasure as his brother explored him. His fingers toyed with Arkady's hair, exploring his scalp and tugging possessively whenever Arkady found a sensitive spot.

Arkady smirked and payed extra attention whenever he found a sensitive spot, flicking his tongue over it for a few seconds longer than needed before moving on. His tongue circled his brother's bellybutton, lapping up the cum around it. Even after he finished, his mouth didn't leave, kissing and licking Ashley's skin above his pelvis. "Tell me who you belong to, brother."

"You," Ashley purred, reverent and happy. "Only you, Arkady."

He reached for his brother, tugging at him and leaning up so that he could take a kiss, tasting himself on Arkady's tongue. His arms slid up around Arkady's neck, possessive as ever as he clung to his beloved.

"Yes..." Arkady put his hands on Ashley's waist, kissing him back. His tongue ran across his brother's lips, before sliding past them and into Ashley's mouth. He ran his tongue over his lover's, and across his cheeks. His hands slid up the other man's body, so they could roam across his back and feel that flawless skin.

Ashley moaned into his brother's mouth, utterly shameless when it came to Arkady.

Breathless and grinning when the kiss broke, Ashley studied his brother's eyes from up close, smile wicked with affection. "Take me to bed," he insisted, and then nipped at Arkady's bottom lip, unable to resist the temptation of it. "Kiss me for an hour."

"How can I say no?" Arkady asked rhetorically. Ashley could have asked for the sea, or the moon, and Arkady would have asked the gods themselves to make it happen.

Still naked, Arkady put his arm around his brother's waist, while the other went under his legs, scooping the younger man into his arms bridal style and carrying him out of the office. A servant could pick up their clothes later.

They didn't run into anybody, saving the trouble of having to tell them to mind their own business, on the way to Ashley's room. He'd been in here before, but never under these circumstances, of course. "You have impeccable taste, brother." Arkady deposited Ashley onto his bed and climbed in with him, hovering over his brother's body and leaning down to kiss him again.

Thrilled to be carried, Ashley rested his head on Arkady's shoulder, eyes only for his brother as they made their way upstairs. He'd always loved--and expected--to be spoiled, and having Arkady doting upon him was the best thing in his world.

His room was sumptuous, decorated in gold and white with heavy burgundy accents, so that Ashley himself matched the decor, and the dark red drapes on the curtains and hanging from the four-poster bed didn't clash with his hair.

Lingering in each kiss, Ashley smiled up at his brother, winding a lock of Arkady's hair around his finger so that he could use the lightest of touches to pull Arkady in for another kiss, and to ensure that Arkady would be kept close to him on the shortest of leashes.

Arkady loved anything that reminded him of his beloved Ashley, including the colors of this room. His brother's hair was one thing he loved about him. That beautiful, burgundy hair that sparkled when wet and ran through his fingers like fine silk.

He gave Ashley a long, lingering kiss that made full use of his tongue, while his hand cupped his brother's cheek. "My beautiful Ashley," He whispered in between kisses.

"I've always been yours," Ashley promised, radiant with devotion. "All my life I've been yours, and I wanted you before I even knew what it was that I wanted."

Happy, Ashley kissed him deeply, giving of himself without holding anything back. His fingertips roamed over Arkady's skin, distracted by his desire to explore every inch of his brother. "How exquisite you are," Ashley remarked, tracing his fingernail along Arkady's ribs. "My Arkady."

"And now you're mine completely," Arkady purred, kissing Ashley's neck. "In body and soul." He let out a soft noise of pleasure as his brother touched him. "We belong to each other. You're mine, and I'm your's, forevermore." Arkady ran his hands through Ashley's hair, unable to resist touching it. He cupped the back of Ashley's head, kissing him on the cheeks, neck, and lips.

Ashley nodded, blissful. He hugged close to Arkady, winding his arms around Arkady's neck and clinging to him. "Can we sleep together always, from now on? You know I hate sleeping alone."

He'd always been prone to nightmares, and had snuck into Arkady's bed for years until Arkady began insisting he was too old to do so. Now Ashley wondered whether he'd only been banned because of the temptation he presented.

Part of Arkady always regretted telling Ashley that he couldn't sleep in Arkady's bed from now on. Part of him did want Ashley to learn to conquer his fears on his own, but a large part of it was that he wasn't sure how much he could resist his brother the older and more beautiful he got. Not that either point had done much good in the long run.

"Of course, my love. We can sleep in here tonight, and tomorrow night we can use my bed."

"Good," Ashley said, nestling close to him and tucking his head under Arkady's chin. He kept his grip tight, too scared of the possibility that Arkady might change his mind and return to his own bed. Sighing once, Ashley closed his eyes, weary and wanting simply to be held.

Arkady, making sure Ashley didn't lose his grip, shifted them both to lay on their sides, pulling the covers up around them both. He wrapped both arms around his brother and held him tightly, closing his eyes. "Sleep well, dear brother. Dear beloved."

Safe in Arkady's arms, Ashley slipped deep into slumber, clinging to Arkady even in his dreams. His body relaxed, but his grip stayed tight, viscerally possessive and scared that if he let go, Arkady would slip away.

When he woke and found himself still in Arkady's arms, he smiled wide, starting to press soft kisses along Arkady's throat.

If Arkady dreamt that night, he didn't remember any of them. He used to dream of Ashley, and making love to him, but after that had become reality, he didn't need to dream it anymore. Not when he had Ashley in his arms for real.

He awoke to the feel of those kisses, turning his head downward to meet Ashley's lips in a good morning kiss. This was real. Ashley loved him, and they had gone to bed together.

A servant usually brought Arkady his breakfast by the door, since there were lots of mornings where he was too engrossed in his books to come down to breakfast. Let it get cold this morning, he thought.

Ashley moaned and squirmed happily when Arkady woke and kissed him in return. "Arkady," he murmured, taking another kiss before drawing back just enough to study Arkady's face again. "I was scared you wouldn't stay."

Tangling his legs together with his brother, Ashley beamed at him, radiating happiness.

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