The Laying of Boundaries

Authour’s Notes: If you guys have seen this story elsewhere under the name of TynDawn, then that is my other pen-name, but if you seeing anyone else use it, then I’m not the one putting it up, and they stole it.

Vaan knew there were eyes on him, he could feel them boring into his bare back, but he couldn’t say that he minded, nor did he find it to be a problem. After all, he knew exactly who those eyes belonged to, and he could never fear those eyes, even if he was told to…how could one expect him to fear his very own brother?

Currently, he was trying to get the dirt out from underneath that pesky vest of his, that vest that he’d seemed to drag with him everywhere and had seemed to have since the very day he was born, though surprisingly enough, it didn’t show a terrible amount of ware or tear. Though, beneath that vest, laid something much more to Reks’s liking, or to anyone’s liking really…for the effect that living on the streets had had on the young teen, physically at least, was quite pleasing to the eye and quite surprising.

The skin was kissed ever so gently by tendrils of sunlight and small splashes of water, and there was Vaan, seated next to the fountain and washing away the dirt from his vest. His delicate and yet street roughened fingers were brushing away at the fabric and carelessly allowing specks of dust to dot the water’s otherwise flawless surface. And perhaps he should have been frowned upon, washing his vest within the water of the fountain, but a young street-rat didn’t have many choices, so what else could he do? Not much, other than deal with the glares from the city dwellers were accustomed to allowing their children to splashing at the water’s edge, but not today.

They swarmed away from him, as though he were some sort of vile disease or a filthy rat of some sort, or some other repulsing figure…when in truth, he was only a young man…washing his clothing while his brother stood behind him and observed that bare skin intently.

Reks couldn’t help but let a content smile slip over his lips, watching the way the uncovered flesh of his brother’s back move while he dipped the cloth into the water, the flexing of the muscles beneath that veil of diligently tanned and perfected skin. His eyes lifted to the blonde locks adorning his brother’s head, so many would have assumed that the locks were greasy and filled with grime, and yet, they shined as though they were washed and cared for daily…though Vaan barely touched them once a week…and yet, only Reks seemed to know just how feather-soft the strands of spun gold were and he would never forget it.

But the thing that caught his attention the most was the small droplets of water that clung to that skin, the splashed of clear crisp water clutching to that flesh in a desperate matter as it rolled over his brother’s bare abdomen. And somehow, he found himself envying those droplets, wishing that he could caress that skin in such a fashion and that he could be the one clinging to it.

Alas, he snapped himself out of the thoughts as he stepped forward, a hand of his plunging into the other’s hair, in a playful manner as he stepped to the side of his brother so the younger could clearly see him.

“Come on Vaan, we should go before you get pierced by the daggers those people are shooting from their eyes.” Reks spoke up in something of a joking manner as his eyes flicked over to a crowd of glaring citizens, gesturing silently to Vaan that the other’s weren’t happy about such a person washing up his clothes in the town’s fountain.

And when Vaan looked up, his arms were paused in front of him, holding onto the vest as he glanced around, only now seeming to realize the people scowling viciously at him, and for a moment all the young man could do was glance up to his brother in a dumbfounded expression before he dropped his head and gave a nod. And yet, he was smiling in a bit of a goofy fashion, showing slight embarrassment of not realizing the others standing there with folded arms and creased faces that almost appeared to be pressed into constant frowns of disappointment.

But…in the long-run, chances were very likely that they were glaring at the boy for a much more…’personal’ reason, one that the younger brother simply didn’t seem to understand.

Either way, he shifted his attention back up to Reks, that smile fading a bit and not sure what exactly to show as he spoke up and stood, holding the wet vest at his side. “You’re right, let’s get out of here already.” He mumbled as he began to walk off, leaving the elder brother steps behind as his head fell and he grumbled unhappily to himself, something about, ‘Picky old urchins.’

Reks couldn’t help but sigh at his brother’s little act and he took just a few steps forward, “Vaan, don’t be like that…” he spoke up, trying to consul the other just a bit, before a grin caught his lips and he stepped before the younger brother, grabbing onto his wrist, “Let’s go to the Sandsea…hm? And get your mind off these urchins…alright?” Reks glanced down to Vaan, giving a little smirk as he made fun of his brother’s quip, “What do say to that?”

Vaan looked up, trying to keep his façade and failing as he nudged Reks in the ribs, “Only if you beat me!” Vaan declared and without another word, he suddenly bolted off through the overcrowded streets of Rabanastre, leaving Reks behind…or at least Vaan assumed that his brother would have been left to wallow in his dust.

The younger blonde weaved his way madly through those crowded streets, dodging the mindless citizens by an inch and jumping over small children as he rushed off and left only pounded tracks in his wake.

He came upon the Sandsea quickly, seeing as he was always a quick runner, and he’d glanced behind himself every few moments but didn’t see even a glimpse of his brother, assuming that Reks was slowly than he thought, and yet…Vaan knew that Reks was far from slow…how strange.

And yet, when Vaan came to a sudden stop at the outside wall of the Sandsea, near the off-duty moogle standing at The Moogling, his fake sense of safety was soon knocked from it’s feet.

Standing there with the slightest bit of sweat collecting at his brow, more from the heat of the sun than anything else, and with a still dripping vest clutched in one hand, as he began to catch his own breath, he waited patiently for the elder. His gaze glanced around the pillars and through the dust spattered road, his glance flicking around momentarily before a figure suddenly darted behind him and suddenly turned him, his back suddenly pressed against the outside wall of the Sandsea.

And within the blink of an eye, a pair hot, wet lips were pressed against his own and in the very next instant, a tongue ran against his lips, and to surprise or expectancy…Vaan’s own lips parted all too willingly for those petal-soft lips, and that tongue…that all so familiar pair of lips and tongue.

Reks always tasted so sweet, those lips were always so soft, and so tender and the feel of that tongue against his own and delving into his mouth was enough to make him loose every once of breath he had in his lungs. As for Reks’s own taste, well…Reks had always marveled in the beautiful feel and scent of that skin, it was always so earthy and also so close to his reach, but so far away and barely hidden by that pesky piece of teasing cloth.

“R…Reks…”

A desperate little mumble found its way to Vaan’s lips when Rek’s lips left his own and trailed down to his sun-kissed neck. He could feel the searing sweaty breath of his brother against his neck as those needy lips ventured over his exposed neckline that belonged to the very same neck that was now craning upward just to allow the elder more contact and more skin to taste.

But Reks didn’t reply, for he was far too busy, too busy tasting that flesh with his lips and his tongue and his teeth, too busy taking in that unbelievable smell of his own flesh and blood as the body temperature of both of them began to rise steadily like water in a heating kettle, and above all else he was far too busy with his hands.

Though, for the moment, his hands were chaste, however, they were everywhere, taking in every inch of that delectable skin that he could possibly get to. But somehow, no matter how much he adored it, Reks hate that skin more than anything; that exceedingly stunning, and forever unblemished flesh…he hated it because he wanted all of it, he wanted to know every single fragment of skin that was possible to know, and more than anything, he wanted to be the only one to ever feel or caress that skin, to ever see the intimate parts of the lad that no one but a lover should see.

Soon though, the hands had wrapped snuggly around his own brother’s wrists, forcing the younger brother’s arms above his golden head of hair. And for a moment, Reks suddenly pulled away, gaping at the sight of his brother detained against that wall, the vest long forgotten and having been dropped in a slapdash fashion to the floor in the shock before Vaan had been pressed against that wall.

And all Reks could do was gawk at the view, the way his younger brother fidgeted under the grasp of his hands, the way that unclothed and unscathed chest rose and fell while those parted lips gave breathless pants and the way those two lips dangled slightly parted, showing faintly the gorgeous silken cavern of that hot mouth within. It made the older brother shudder, standing there and containing himself, watching Vaan and forcing himself to swallow before he finally found his own voice,

“By the gods, You’re beautiful, Vaan…”

Was all Reks said before he leaned in again, the two chests together, the two forms flush against one another as Reks’s warm breath washed hotly over those teasing lips that hung away from one another as if they were rejecting one other in a soundless proposal. And within just a moment, those all too familiar lips were once again pressed together; both owners of those lips became greedy for more from just the touch of the other. Reks’s hands dropped and released Vaan’s hands from above his head, the grip of the older brother going about Vaan’s waist and tugging their two figures even closer together, hips pressing against the opposed pair in hushed show of unreserved need.

Vaan gasped breathily at those hips against his own, and his body squirmed without the command to do so as it moved entirely of it’s own free will. Each movement either one of them made became a fresh and unknown feeling sending even more unbelievable sensations through the skin where they brushed against one another. The younger couldn’t deny that want of being closer, and he wasn’t ashamed, if only because he didn’t know that he was meant to be ashamed, but that lack of disgrace was unquestionably cherished by both and only fueled the yearning of both brothers. And without a doubt it fueled the bravery of the younger boy who had one hand curled into the hair behind Reks’s ear and his other hand around the other’s shoulder, almost frantic to pull himself as close as he possibly could, as though he were trying to force the two bodies to become cohesive…though, it would never happen, society would keep them at a distance.

And together, they explored one another’s mouths; undersized mewls forced from Vaan’s lips as placid groans tried to contain themselves in Reks’s throat and failed miserably. And they continued like this for more than a few unhurried moments, an odd jumble of limbs angled against the stoned wall, without any embarrassment or concern if another soul was to saunter by.

Reks hummed pleasantly into his brother’s mouth, his tongue roaming along the other’s lips in a teasing motion that caused Vaan’s lips to part in a breathless and quite unabashed moan, his head tilting upwards as he gazed hazily at his brother. The elder smiled contently as he began to pull away, his fingers skittering up the other’s young and exceptionally carved sides, in complete awe at the sheer form of his younger kin. And slowly, the older lips pulled away, a small string keeping them connected as the sunlight caught it and glinted off to the ground, in a silent warning of what was to come…or more precisely, who was to come. And soon, that liquid connection broke under it’s own weight and by the motion of Reks’s head turning when he heard a familiar voice, caught off guard by the fact that neither of them had heard the footsteps of that hefty and yet all so common creature, and a dearly trusted friend of them both.

“I’ve finally found you boys; Listen, Vaan, go help Penelo in the waterway with some stray rats that have been scaring the local kids…and Reks, I need to speak with you…come to the shop. Quickly you two.”

And it was all the individual named, Migelo said as he turned and began to stride back to his shop in the South-Eastern corner of Rabanastre not even bothering to worry about the position the two juvenile men were in, he’d seen it enough times by now that it was not something to be so alarmed about…at least, that was what he had always tried to convey to the others…and yet…