The Laying of Boundaries

Author’s Notes: I have to say, I was rather disappointed in my last chapter…Vaan still hasn’t been bedded, three chapters into this thing and well… ::Sigh:: The utter smut has failed to rear it’s incredibly drool worthy head, even though it was meant to be the entire point of the story…and yet, somehow…I love this story more than I ever thought I would - Ironic, nu?

They say that love is a desperate thing, that it can make other become desperate things, that it can in turn force people into desperate things…and if anyone had doubted this, then those creatures certainly weren’t the likes of Reks and Vaan…and most specifically, the eldest brother of those two, to be more precise.

But Reks’s desperation had willed him to another direction; they were not sprawled on the floor, nor were they rid of their clothes, they were not covered in sweat, nor ecstasy, nor were bathed in one other’s flesh…no, Reks’ desperation had willed him from the naked touch of his kin, for now, the two were on the streets.

Their feet ever so gently scuffing against the stoned roads picking up stray dust along the way, the newly risen moon had soaked the streets in darkness and in light, in accompany to an emptying solitude that came with barren streets. Not a figure prowled or sauntered down those streets, save for Reks, and his brother.

Vaan’s tanned cheeks were darkened by a heat-induced flush and his lips were tenderly grazed by a loving bruise that came from his elder’s own lips being crushed in unabashed need against his own. The elder had not come unscathed either, his hair was damp and hanging before his eyes, sweat growing at his brow and his trousers successfully steeped in the stagnant smell of water from the floor of the waterway, dripping with that revolting scent…the two had torn away from one another in search of that fountain where Vaan had been seen earlier that very day.

But during the trek, not a one seemed to speak, nor did either seem to make much noise at all; Reks was with one arm about his brother, as though his fear of Vaan dissipating into the night air was enough to terrify him, and Vaan was beside him, quiet and content and unknowing of exactly why the two couldn’t walk this way with one another during the hours of the light and the commerce.

And yet, now, there was not a creature to see them, to spy upon them or watch them unseen, and there was not a one to disapprove of them, to pull them apart or to frown upon the relationship between the two of them. So in turn, there was no one to keep Reks from holding his brother, or caring for him, or longing for me…no one left to monitor them…not even Migelo.

“Reks, why’d we have to come up here?”

A modest and rather simple minded question from Vaan had suddenly ensnared Reks’s attention, the older brother blinked as he shifted his glance to the younger brother who was now seated at the fountain, a hand drifting as light as a winged butterfly over the surface of the city tainted water. The elder brother stepped forward, glancing to that head of golden silk and those eyes of untouched innocence that had forever been blanketed in ignorance, as he spoke up, he took a seat next to his brother at the stoned ledge of the fountain.

“Can’t you see? It’s late, not to mention the state of your clothes after wallowing in the water from those rats.”

An honest answer to be sure, and Reks couldn’t help but give just a soft brotherly smile to his younger as he dipped bare fingertips into the cooled water, before he rose his fingers as lightly swiped away at a light smudge of grime that remained on that color basted flesh. Vaan could not contain one of his stone trademarked smirks at his brother’s answer, his brother’s touch, and he couldn’t help but swallow…heat still lingered in his young veins and he succumbed to a shudder with no objection.

“Of my clothes?”

The younger brother scoffed lightly, clearly taking aim at the condition of Reks’s ensemble, and the present fact that they were still at this point dripping at the seat of his pants. Though, Vaan couldn’t help but smile and lean his face into the touch that had so generously caressed his cheek. The comment was shrugged off by both soon enough though and was nearly thrown to the wind as Reks’s features took on a melancholy disposition, though…there was more than anguish hidden in those features, and it was something that the younger brother could not resist…not in the least.

And soon, the anguished look on the elder brother’s face was abandoned to whim, to the whim that forced him closer to his brother, the whim that had locked their lips together, and the same whim that had him clinging to his younger kin. Vaan’s mind was snatched from his then, along with reason and all logic, any logic that he’d earned during his fifteen years had all been left behind in a single breath as those lips pressed against one another.

A lick across Vaan’s bottom lip has earned Reks entrance into that taste paved silken cavern and he could never turn that beautiful mouth down; whether it was a pout of the younger brother’s lips, or another chance to taste those twin velveteen lips. And now, was such a time that was not any different, not in the least.

A whimper was all that Vaan could seem to manage, especially in the realm of vocalization, though Reks wouldn’t have had it any different. That whimper, it sent the elder brother’s spine into a frenzy and he pulled the younger close, giving a deep moan into the confines of that young mouth, his tongue relentlessly seeking out each and every corner of that mouth, whether it was presented to him or not. And the younger held back onto his brother, his head tilting in convenience to his elder as those eyes fluttered and he gave a soft and gentle murmur as his head lulled in bliss while he took that kiss, savoring his brother in a manner that one would savor a fine wine.

But Reks was so much more than wine…

And he clearly showed this with his domination of the younger, for within even less than a single passing moment, Vaan had found himself pressed onto his back, the stone of the fountain at his back as his legs had been tugged up to lay on the stone, finding himself beneath his brother with one leg of Reks on each side of his younger, frailer frame. But all too soon, Reks had suddenly pulled away, though he rested himself above his brother, his features were touched in heat and his breath had nearly been gone by the time he’d managed to pull away. And for just a moment, he rested there like that, watching his brother as Vaan stared up to him…Reks didn’t know even now how hard it would be to leave him, but he couldn’t bare to stay.

Reks’s fingers ghosted down his brother’s chest, leaving a miniature trail of heat in their wake and searing Vaan’s skin with a feeling that he had barely come to know in his young life. A loving gaze was caught in Reks’s eyes, but Vaan hadn’t noticed the fear hidden beneath those eyes, the fear that wasn’t willing to show, wasn’t willing to rise to the surface…the fear that linger beneath something different held in those eyes…and something that Vaan had never once been a witness to. Something that he could never hope to name.

Need.

And need was what dripped from his brother as Reks dipped a hand noiselessly beneath the surface of the water, before he rose it over Vaan’s chest. The droplets steadily dripping onto the exposed portion of Vaan’s chest, the younger brother gave a prompt shiver at the coolness of the water and he noticed shortly that he was given a smile for such an action. He grew used to the water quickly, his eyes following the motion of each droplet before it met his chest, and he met it with yet another echoing shiver. And at each shiver, Reks was the one who smiled, bathing simply in the beauty of his brother stretched out before him beneath the cerulean hinted light of the crescent shaped moon above them, the only watcher that was there to pry in on their affairs…but one that could never hope to speak of such things.

“R…Reks…”

A small call from Vaan was all that was heard amongst the quiet as he gazed down upon his younger brother’s flesh, the boy was beautiful and as fair as one could come, not another could ever hope to replace Vaan…his Vaan, the Vaan that he had to give up…but the very one he needed more than anything.

Reks gave no reply, only turned his eyes onto his brother’s before he leaned forward in a careful manner as he tenderly pulled the vest from his brother’s frame, Vaan shivered at the way that the stray droplets of water scattered down his sides when he’d been pulled up slightly in order to peel the vest clean away. And no one paid attention to the vest as it dropped, as it piled onto the floor, but soon…another garment joined it, this one of Reks’s though, Reks’s very own fittings that had once concealed his chest…now laying forgotten and joined with his brother’s garments.

Hands were on his chest, leaving the younger brother without breath, Reks’s lips had found their way to Vaan’s neck, delicately lapping at the flesh as though it were a prime delicacy that should have been treasured by kings and queens to come…but Vaan, he was to be treasured by Reks, and for now, Reks would be the only one to taste that sweet flesh…though it couldn’t be for long.

“Reks…”

Vaan’s breath was short, even now, for it seemed that Reks’s lips were already more than enough for him, his brow already traced in lines of sweat as he gazed up to his brother. His visage nearly pathetic already, and Reks could help but notice one very now prominent thing about his younger brother, Vaan was growing up…and he was also growing quite hard as well…

‘I…can’t do this…no, this is wrong…I can’t…I just…I can’t…’

But soon, from Vaan came a small plea along with naïve shifting of his hips, “…Reks…please?”