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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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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.

"Why would I ever want to leave your side?" Arkady brushed some hair out of Ashley's face, kissing his forehead. "Not even if the sea swallowed us up would I leave you, beloved."

If it were a dream, this would be where Arkady woke up, all alone. But that wasn't going to happen now.

Trusting every word, Ashley's heart pounded at the promise, at the kiss. "I'm yours," he vowed, hugging tight again as the intensity of his emotions swelled, dizzying him, and Arkady was his only stability. All his life, he'd wanted nothing so much as Arkady's attention and approval, and now he had all of Arkady. "Only yours, Arkady."

Ashley was hugging him, kissing him, and loving him in every sense of the word. It was everything Arkady could have ever wanted. Why would he ever need to get married when he had his brother?

"Let the servants wonder where we are. Because it's just you and me right now. And you're all mine."

"We'll need to ensure that the servants can be discreet," Ashley said, since it was a certainty that the servants would soon suspect something. Arkady might be subtle enough to keep his behavior from giving anything away, but Ashley certainly wasn't, and it would be difficult to conceal that only one bed was being slept in.

Nipping softly at Arkady's jaw, Ashley smiled blissfully. "Are you going to ravish me again?"

"You let me worry about the servants," Arkady promised. He could make sure none of them breathed a word about what the brothers did in their private time. He'd promise them that he'd do worse than simply fire them.

"I thought you'd never ask," He leaned in to kiss Ashley, gently rolling him onto his back so Arkady could lay on top of him.

Laughing with delight, Ashley wove his arms around Arkady's neck, drawing him close and returning the kisses. Obedient and devoted for Arkady alone, he parted his lips for his brother, offering himself eagerly.

Arkady took the invitation, sliding his tongue into Ashley's mouth and brushing it against his brother's tongue. His hands ran through Ashley's hair, stroking his scalp softly.

Ashley moaned into the kiss, suffused with a feeling of satisfaction. He flicked his tongue against Arkady's, inviting, and moaned louder whenever Arkady's tongue was in his mouth, claiming him. Parting his legs, he curled them around Arkady's hips, wanting to feel Arkady hard or hardening against him as they kissed.

Kissing Ashley like this, deep and intimate, was making Arkady's groin stir. His cock began to get hard and brush against his lover's leg. He broke the kiss only when he began to run out of air. "How lovely you are."

"How nice for you, then, that I am all yours," Ashley teased, "to admire at your leisure." He leaned up to kiss Arkady's nose, then dropped back into the pillows, stretching out so that Arkady could admire him.

Arkady ran a hand down Ashley's torso, then back up. "Michelangelo himself couldn't have made a form as beautiful as you." The hand ran along Ashley's slender arm. "Your legs, your arms..." His other hand traced Ashley's cheekbones, his lips following the trail of his fingers. "Your face."

Ashley turned his head to kiss those fingertips as they drifted over his face, then found himself meeting Arkady's lips, which was better. Shifting happily under his brother, Ashley raked possessive nails over Arkady's back.

Arkady grunted into Ashley's mouth, arching against him as those nailed raked over him. He reluctantly broke the kiss so he could ask his brother, "Where do you keep your oil?" Because he was assuming Ashley kept some in here. Otherwise he was going to have to walk down the hallway naked to retrieve a bottle from his own room.

"Mm," Ashley said, licking his lips and pointing to the bedside table before remembering that he'd taken that bottle to Arkady's study and left it there. "Oh. Cupboard on the wall, there. There should be a red bottle on the upper shelf. Make sure you get the oil and not a perfume." Grinning, he untangled from Arkady, letting him go only because of the promise of deeper intimacy.

Arkady would have to retrieve the bottle from his study, if a servant didn't grab it first. "Well, I wouldn't object if you wanted to wear perfume to bed," He said, slowly sliding off Ashley and going over to the cupboard. He spotted the red bottle and grabbed it, popping the cork off to make sure it was indeed oil.

Arkady returned to the bed, coating his fingers before setting the bottle aside for now. He climbed back onto the bed, his oiled up hand going between Ashley's legs.

Greeting him gladly with parted legs and open arms, Ashley tangled his legs loosely around Arkady's waist and tangled his hand into Arkady's hair, utterly possessive. "My brother. My Arkady."

Arkady pushed two fingers inside Ashley, sinking in one knuckle at a time. "My brother. My love," He had a nice view of Ashley's cock from this angle, which he looked at with loving eyes. Arkady took his brother's length in hand, stroking it up and down while leaning in to kiss the head.

Ashley gasped softly as his brother's fingers entered him, slowly coaxing him open. He grinned at the sight of Arkady between his legs, leaning down to kiss the tip of his cock.

"Yes, Arkady," he said, pushing Arkady's head down to encourage him to keep going in that particular direction. "Please, Arkady," he added, with a little pout in order to make the demand slightly less demanding.

Arkady smiled up at his brother. "Whatever you desire." He went back to kissing his brother's cock, tongue probing the slit, before taking it into his mouth. As he did this, he slid another finger into Ashley, working him slowly. His mouth slid up and down his lover's length, moaning around it.

Ashley melted for him at that. His grip on Arkady's hair tightened, nails digging into Arkady's scalp. "Arkady," he gasped, writhing happily and grinding his hips against Arkady's hand, shamelessly trying to fuck himself on his brother's fingers. "Oh."

Arkady let out a muffled grunt, but didn't let up, still sucking on Ashley. The fingers inside his brother thrust a little faster, shifting slightly so he was rubbing the other man's sweet spot. "You like this, my love?" No sooner did he ask then he put his mouth right back around Ashley's cock.

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