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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 keened beneath him, quivering with need as Arkady pulled out halfway, teasing him. "Arkady," he moaned, half plea and half laugh.

Tossing his silk and blood hair over his shoulder, Ashley tilted his head to look back at his brother, all coy invitation. "I'm yours."

His body clenched and flared around Arkady, muscles trying instinctively to draw him back in.

"Please," Ashley begged, and giggled, absolutely wrecked with stimulation and affection. "Make me your whore."

That's what Arkady loved to hear. The words of love coming from Ashley's mouth, being said to him. Words of love, all for him. Words of devotion and desire, for Arkady.

"Yes, my love," Arkady thrust back in sharply, all the way to the hilt. He let out a loud moan as he was suddenly surrounded by Ashley's body again.

He pulled back out, then in again, setting a face, yet even, pace, listening to their flesh slap together. He kissed Ashley's neck, tasting sweat. "Mine. You're all mine, my brother."

Ashley yelped at the sharp thrust into him, taking him, claiming him. His skin tingled everywhere Arkady touched him, leaving him eager for more.

"Arkady," he whimpered, overwhelmed and loving every moment of it. He gasped as Arkady's lips brushed his neck, warm breath tickling at his sensitive skin, and his lashes fell shut so that he could better savor every part of the gentle kisses and the rough thrusts. His cock stirred and filled, oversensitive from orgasm so that every slide of his hips against the sheets was exquisite torture. "Bite," he begged, voice breaking around a gasp. "Claim."

Ashley didn't have to ask twice. Arkady's teeth brushed against Ashley's neck, just teasing him at first. Then he bit down, hard enough to leave an imprint but not draw blood. Hard enough to claim, but not break the skin and cause his lover actual harm.

He laved at the fresh bite marks. "Now everyone can know you're mine." Even though he'd bitten at a spot that could easily be covered. Didn't want the servants finding out just yet.

Spurned on by the act of biting Ashley, Arkady increased the speed of his hips, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting right back in as hard as he could.

Ashley cried out at the bite, shuddering beneath him. Every inch of his skin was alight with the desire for more, mingling with the exhausted pleasure of being overwhelmed, claimed, ravished.

"Arkady," he begged, whining as Arkady pulled back, nearly leaving him, and then slid in to the hilt, brutally hard. Incoherent with need, Ashley moaned beneath him. He trembled, body twitching at each thrust, completely wrecked by being taken like this. "'Kady. Yours."

Arkady kissed the bite mark, before trailing his lips over to kiss Ashley's ear, then his hair. He reached under his brother's face to turn it just far enough that their lips could meet. His tongue brushed Ashley's lips, his tongue, and the inside of his cheek, tasting hints of Ashley's seed still on his tongue. Arkady moaned at the eroticism of it all, at tasting Ashley again.

"Your flesh is so soft. So warm." He gave another sharp thrust for emphasis, savoring the friction between them. His hand reached beneath Ashley, caught between the bed and his brother's body, and began circling the flesh just above his pelvis.

Ashley moaned into the kiss, grabbing at Arkady's hair to pull him down and keep him there, heads close and bodies entwined. He grinned, all radiant wickedness, eager to explore all manner of depravity as long as he had Arkady beside him.

Crying out at the sharp thrust, Ashley bucked beneath him, trying to grind his hips into that warm, teasing hand. He wanted more, always more, greedy and impatient for every inch of Arkady, every moment of his time. "Arkady."

Arkady smiled again as he heard Ashley say his name. His name, said in that lovely voice, coming from his beloved's lips. It made him thrust sharply again, growling with ecstasy.

"My lovely," His hand trailed down Ashley's smooth stomach until his fingers brushed his lover's cock. He slowly stroked the shaft with the tips of his fingers, just barely touching the head. "Does this feel good?" He wrapped his fingers around his brother's length, just letting his fingers rest on it.

"Yes," Ashley whimpered with overwhelmed pleasure at each thrust, keeping his hand tight in Arkady's hair to keep him trapped close so that he could feel Arkady's breath hot and wet against his shoulder. "My brother." He cried out again at another thrust, shuddering at the pleasure of how it rocked his hips forward into Arkady's gentle grip. "Arkady!"

He felt exquisitely oversensitive, somewhere well past orgasm and yet not quite able to reach his next one. Whimpering, he pressed his face into the mattress, closing his eyes so that he could savor the pleasure and torment of it. "Arkady."

Arkady smiled against Ashley's shoulder, peppering the soft skin with kisses. Ashley was all his. Sure, his brother had other lovers, but none of them could ever be as close to him as Arkady. None of them would love him the way Arkady did.

He stroked Ashley's cock, caught between the soft sheets and his brother's body. "You want to come. I know you do." He gently bit Ashley's ear, not enough to cause any pain, before burying him face in his red hair, kissing his scalp. It made him thrust even harder into him, moaning with each stroke.

Ashley moaned in reply, yearning above all to please his brother. Awash in pleasure and devotion, Ashley cried out, spilling himself into the sheets as Arkady pounded into him, drowning him in kisses. He felt complete like this, knowing he was just where he belonged and that Arkady possessed him utterly. "Arkady," he whimpered, shuddering beneath him as the orgasm wrung through him.

Arkady felt Ashley tighten around him, which drove him over the edge and caused him to spill inside of his brother. Seeing Ashley in such ecstasy alone might have done it as well. Knowing that his brother loved him and was so devoted to him.

When he felt himself run dry, he lay on Ashley's back and purred into his ear, "My love." Arkady kissed his lover's ear before resting his head on his shoulder. He didn't pull out yet, letting his flaccid cock just sit inside Ashley and enjoy the feel of him a little longer.

"Arkady," he sighed, releasing his grip on Arkady's hair and relaxing beneath him. He felt deeply satisfied, knowing that he was safe and adored. Arkady was his in every sense, and Ashley was never going to loosen his possessiveness. Arkady would never marry, never have any affection or attachment more important than him. He wouldn't allow it. "Say I'm yours."

Ashley never had to worry about being replaced. Nobody else would ever have Arkady's undivided attention and love. Arkady would never love another the way he loved Ashley. "Mine. Now and forever.

He gently withdrew his cock, but otherwise didn't move. He was much too comfortable.

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Ashley gasped as Arkady pulled out of him, leaving him feeling empty and sensitive. He was still warm and protected, with Arkady's seed dripping from him. He squirmed comfortably, enjoying his brother's weight pinning him down. "Feels nice, Arkady. I'm glad I'm yours. Your plaything. Your pet."

"Yes. Nobody else may have you. I promise that you'll never have competition." If he had anything to say about it, he would never take a wife. Nor would he ever allow Ashley to ever get married. Even if that just fueled the suspicions of others. "We belong together." He kissed his lover's neck, where he had bitten him, and claimed him.

Edited 2017-05-07 06:32 (UTC)

"Good," Ashley purred, pleased to be the object of Arkady's jealousy. Sighing contentedly, he pillowed his head on his arms, not wanting to move anytime soon. He'd wanted this for too long, and now he had it. Arkady's attention was his, riveted upon him, and Ashley finally had enough power that he could transcend all of Arkady's other interests. Arkady was his, putty in his hands, and Ashley reveled in the power of being able to control his beloved brother with simply a pout and a pretty request.

Arkady considered himself the one in control. Ashley was his pet, his plaything. His beloved. A few promises of love and pleasure and Ashley was his. Though in the back of his mind, Arkady knew that the reverse was also true. That Ashley had just as much of a hold on him.

"Business can wait. I think I'll take a personal day."

"Good. Stay. Be mine."

Smiling with pleasure, Ashley squirmed a little beneath him. "I want kisses, Arkady. Stay and kiss me a while." He loved being spoiled, especially when it was Arkady's attention being lavished upon him, and he absolutely planned to spend the day coaxing Arkady into spoiling him and ravishing him.

"As you say, my love."

Sliding off Ashley, he gently turned his brother back over, running his hand down the smooth chest while the other hand stroked his thigh. He lay back on top of Ashley, smiling down at him. "Mine."

Arkady leaned in and kissed his brother on the lips, pulling back a little to nip his bottom lip before kissing him again.

Yielding sweetly to him, Ashley returned the kisses softly, lingering in them and trusting himself wholly to his brother. He curled one hand around Arkady's neck, eyes closed with contentment as he surrendered kiss after kiss, letting Arkady set the pace rather than demanding anything of him. "I love you," he murmured, smiling wide and lazy.

"And I love you," Arkady whispered back, before kissing him some more, his tongue brushing Ashley's lips. He didn't make any sexual moves, still spent. But he was content to just feel his brother's skin against his own, as their lips caressed.

Ashley made a pleased sound at the love and at the kiss. He parted his lips gladly for Arkady's tongue, surrendering all of himself.

Sliding his hand up, he tangled his fingers in Arkady's hair, keening softly with pleasure and need.

Arkady slid his tongue into Ashley's mouth, wrapping their tongues together and moaning into the kiss. How often he had longed for Ashley like this. To kiss him and love him the way he deserved.

His hands cupped Ashley's face, thumbs stroking the sharp cheekbones. Ashley always did have lovely cheekbones. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"

"Ever?" Ashley laughed, because Arkady told him often how beautiful he was, though it had never before been as a lover.

"No," he said, because then Arkady would have to tell him again. He grinned, dark eyes watching Arkady's face with open adoration. "Not ever."

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