"B-Brother! Please!" I clutched onto him, breathing him in, begging him for more. More and more, to be set on fire with his grip and his voice, consumed by his passion, touched over and over again, soft hands tracing over my body, sliding over my skin, setting every nerve aflame, and always, always, those red eyes boring into me, watching the helpless looks of pleasure on my face...
With a scream of his name, I toppled over the edge, white-hot pleasure blinding me, my body spasming and shaking from the intensity of it all. One of his arms wrapped around my waist as the other continued stroking me, holding me until I rode out the waves of sheer ecstacy rocking through me. Slowly, so very slowly, the heat and intensity started to drain away, starting to cool in the chilling air.
One hand, warm now, brushed the sweaty hair out of my face. My brother gazed down at me, his soft smile still unchanged. "I see," he whispered after a moment, "so that is what I have given up."
"B-Brother..."
Abruptly, he held me close, pressing those warm arrays into my skin, his right arm holding me so closely. "I see... that I have given up more of Ishbala's gifts than I had originally considered." His voice was soft. "And my punishment fits the crime... my dearest brother, even if I can no longer live a normal life, there is no reason for you not to. You, at least, have a complete body, untainted by the Devil's Art." Urgently, he whispered, "If you truly love me, if you truly want this bond to continue... then live your life, as you should. So long as there are people like you still around, as long as you hold on to your faith and hope... then Ishbal has not truly fallen."
"Brother?" I couldn't hide the concern in my voice.
"My dearest, dearest brother..." He held me close, stroking me now, soothing. "You have given me something that I thought I had lost. And for the hope and the memories that you've given me... I will give you anything. Anything at all." He squeezed, pressing ever closer. "Even if it costs me my life, I will make sure that you will have that life. Let me be corrupted, and leave the vengeance to Ishbala."
I clutched onto him, pulling him close. "What kind of life would that be? How could I live on without you?"
"You will find a way." He smiled. "But that doesn't matter now." Surprising me, he leaned on me, resting his slight weight against my muscular frame. "For now... for right now, we can just let this moment last."
"'A single moment can be the greatest blessing of Ishbala?'" I chuckled; even now, I held onto the teachings.
"No, my brother. 'Family is a gift that should never be lost.'"
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Date: 2005-05-28 02:01 pm (UTC)With a scream of his name, I toppled over the edge, white-hot pleasure blinding me, my body spasming and shaking from the intensity of it all. One of his arms wrapped around my waist as the other continued stroking me, holding me until I rode out the waves of sheer ecstacy rocking through me. Slowly, so very slowly, the heat and intensity started to drain away, starting to cool in the chilling air.
One hand, warm now, brushed the sweaty hair out of my face. My brother gazed down at me, his soft smile still unchanged. "I see," he whispered after a moment, "so that is what I have given up."
"B-Brother..."
Abruptly, he held me close, pressing those warm arrays into my skin, his right arm holding me so closely. "I see... that I have given up more of Ishbala's gifts than I had originally considered." His voice was soft. "And my punishment fits the crime... my dearest brother, even if I can no longer live a normal life, there is no reason for you not to. You, at least, have a complete body, untainted by the Devil's Art." Urgently, he whispered, "If you truly love me, if you truly want this bond to continue... then live your life, as you should. So long as there are people like you still around, as long as you hold on to your faith and hope... then Ishbal has not truly fallen."
"Brother?" I couldn't hide the concern in my voice.
"My dearest, dearest brother..." He held me close, stroking me now, soothing. "You have given me something that I thought I had lost. And for the hope and the memories that you've given me... I will give you anything. Anything at all." He squeezed, pressing ever closer. "Even if it costs me my life, I will make sure that you will have that life. Let me be corrupted, and leave the vengeance to Ishbala."
I clutched onto him, pulling him close. "What kind of life would that be? How could I live on without you?"
"You will find a way." He smiled. "But that doesn't matter now." Surprising me, he leaned on me, resting his slight weight against my muscular frame. "For now... for right now, we can just let this moment last."
"'A single moment can be the greatest blessing of Ishbala?'" I chuckled; even now, I held onto the teachings.
"No, my brother. 'Family is a gift that should never be lost.'"