The Laying of Boundaries

Author’s Notes: Mah, this is taking a long time.

Reks’ mind spun with endless questions as he stared down into the eyes of his younger brother, staring at them as though he were searching for an answer that he could never hope to find. However, he was interrupted by a sudden wanton sound falling from his brother’s lips, something that he recognized as the calling of his own name.

He swallowed; the worries in his mind were wiped clean by the expression on the boy’s features, he knew at that moment that he needed his brother, more than the breath that was flittering out from between his lips, and so much more than Migelo’s opinions suggested.

“Vaan,” He started, his words feather-soft and almost ashamed, “I can’t go on like this much longer…” Drawing in a shaky breath, he’d never once moved his eyes from his kin.

Vaan was caught in confusion, an innocent stare was all he gave, laced with a small frown, “But… -” He started, being promptly caught off by a finger against his lips.

Reks spoke again, his tone shallow as he leaned forward, the flesh of his lips grazing the edge of Vaan’s ear in a delicate swoop, “But I don’t want it to stop either,” He continued, his eyes falling half lidded as the edge of his tongue barely flicked against the sensitive cartilage, “You’re so…warm,” He mused, one hand shifting and grabbing onto Vaan’s smaller hand, letting his eyes rest on that limb before he guided his brother’s grasp to the front of his chest, “I could never understand why you’re skin was so much softer than mine, when we came from the same mother…” Vaan’s hand slowly took on a life of its own, gently pressing fingertips to the planes of his brother’s chest. To Vaan, Reks’ words made no sense, Reks’ skin was exquisite. No, it was more than that.

“What are you talking about?” Vaan finally found his voice, as he licked lightly at the corner of his own lip, his palm resting on a patch of Reks’ chest.

“I’m talking about…this, Vaan,” Reks replied, lowering Vaan’s hand, bit by bit down his front. Vaan was nearly star stuck, staring with his mouth agape as he realized that his hand was being pulled down to the heat nestled between Rek’s legs. The elder could sense his anxiousness, and understood; Reks would be careful. Gently turning his attention as he pressed his lips to the corner of Vaan’s mouth chastely, breathing out softly against the skin, “What you’ve been doing to me since before I could remember…It’s more than just your skin,” He whispered lightly, letting the words soak in as he pressed down Vaan’s fingers, silently coercing the boy into feeling the very thing that was now straining in the confines of his clothing.

A gasp was soon to steal its exit as Vaan’s fingers were then guided to the hem of Reks bottom-clothing, a shiver suddenly attacking his chest as his fingertips came in contact with the warm flesh of Reks’ thighs.

“Reks?” He stuttered out urgently, his cheekbones swept by the color of crushed coral and his eyes painted in an excited form of fear. This call caused Reks’ hand to pause, keeping Vaan’s own hand where it was as a gentle smile caught onto his lips.

“Do you want to stop?” Reks questioned, his voice lower, almost fearful, almost hollow. “If that’s what you want, then do it now, Vaan. Push me away and tell me that I’m disgusting, make me understand that you know that this is wrong.” His lip quivered lightly at those last words, his eyes glazing over with a razor-thin sheen of fresh glass.

“Wh…what?” Vaan stammered, “Reks, But-” He paused and furrowed his brow, unable to push himself away, instead he found his other hand going to Reks’ shoulder and holding him stil, “Why the hell would I want to stop? Why the hell do you keep saying that this is so wrong?” He sounded almost offended, as if the thought that his brother didn’t trust his judgment was painful, and in many ways, it was, and he couldn’t hide that fact. “If you want it to stop so much, then just stop!” However, a simple snagged at his lips as his hand took a turn and pulled his elder brother’s length into his hand.

Reks gasped out at the touch and bucked his hips forward in accord with the way that his head fell back, strands of silk being swept out of his vision. “Vaan,” He moaned out deeply. The younger boy grinned at his brother’s reaction, absolutely savoring the way that his very own name sounded when it was pulled from his own kin’s throat in such a fashion. With the desire to hear more heavenly sounds from his brother, Vaan slowly pulled his hand along the rigid skin, keeping his touch gentle despite his antsy state.

The elder brother was the one to blush, color fanning over his cheeks and stealing the plane of his face as his eyes fluttered open and stared at the night sky. Only then did he remember their place. They were next to the fountain, in the sight of any young lovers that came by for a midnight walk, and right in the line of sigh of any imperials that patrolled the street.

However, he couldn’t will himself to stop this, not now, not when Vaan was, “Oh gods, Vaan…” His fingers had curled at the other’s hips. He needed his brother, he needed him now, and now, this was crystal clear to him. “Pull them down,” he instructed, referring to the remaining cloth covering his lower-half. Vaan could only comply, eagerly doing as his brother had asked. Vaan wanted this just as much as him, if not more.

Within very little time, Reks was fully exposed to the night air, tendrils of moonlight flittering over the sight of his length as the younger brother took in the sight. However, Vaan had little time to dwindle on such things, for within just a few moments; he found lips crushed against his once more in a desperate joining that made Vaan’s eyes roll back and his chest hitch from a lack of breath. “I won’t be able to stop Vaan,”

“Then don’t,”

Ah, a simple answer from the equally simple youth.

This was all Reks needed for an answer, his chest heaved at such a response and he lowered his lips to the other boy’s neck, pulling a portion of skin between his lips and starting a merciless assault at the selected piece. This however, was used not only to entertain and please both of them, but to give Vaan a distraction as Rek tugged away at and undid the other’s bottoms, pulling them away from Vaan’s nearly hairless and equally tan legs.

A purr fell from both brother’s as Reks gazed upon his kin’s flesh. Vaan truly was beautiful, especially in this light. Reks couldn’t explain what had driven him to find affection in Vaan’s arms, but he didn’t know if he could ever regret it. “Vaan,” He started, his voice quiet, careful, cautious, “This is going to hurt…No matter what I do, but I can make it better if you relax, alright,”

“It’s fine,” Vaan replied, wanting to rush far too much, even though he’d been warned. He could deal with the pain, he was far too cocky to ever say or even think that he couldn’t handle it, “Just do it,” He ushered impatiently.

“No, I’m going to take it slow, calm down,” He replied quietly, even though they really had no time, who knew when and if they would be caught. Before Vaan could protest, Reks lifted a hand to his younger brother’s lips, offering them to the young mouth, “Suck them Vaan, I need them wet,”

“But there’s water right there,” He stated bluntly with a cocked eyebrow aimed at the elder of the two.

“Trust me Vaan, that won’t work well, It will make it hurt worse if I use that,” Reks explained, trying to stay patient.

With no further complaints, Vaan sighed out and took Reks’s hand, pulling the finger into his mouth, finding the taste a bit too pleasing to his palate. Reks groaned out at the sight of his finger disappearing past those soft lips, he could have said that he wanted those lips encircling another piece of his anatomy, but he wasn’t going to complain. He wanted this far too much.

Finally pulling his finger from Vaan’s lips, he let out a low moan and shook his head. No stopping now. He couldn’t back away yet. “Alright,” He said, mostly to himself, “Come here,” Reks made a gesture and Vaan pushed himself up onto his elbows, shooting a confused stare.

“Wait, what?”

“Here,”

Reks made another gesture and Vaan understood, giving a low breath, he swallowed and made his way to straddle his brother’s lap, one leg on Each side of Reks. Staring at his brother, Reks could see the fear in Vaan’s eyes, and took this opportunity to sooth him by leaning forward and gently blowing a breath past his ear, “Relax Vaan, you’ll be alright. If anything I do hurts you, I want you to stop me. Do you understand?” A silent nod was his answer.

To further relax him, Reks draped an arm over Vaan’s shoulder and pulled him close to his chest, “Do you remember the first time I kissed you, Vaan?” He spoke softly, running a hand along Vaan’s now naked thigh, gently rubbing his fingers along the flesh of his inner thigh. “I do,” He clarified, moving the wet fingers behind Vaan and running his palm along the skin of Vaan’s backside, “Mother and father never knew about it, they probably would have punished me,” He sounded wistful, as he carefully allowed his fingers to find the other’s entrance, but he refused to go further for the moment, “Mother had dressed you up for that day, it was your birthday, and you were turning seven, you remember that, right?” Another nod, “I took you out behind our house,” At that moment, the first fingertip barely grazed Vaan’s entrance, he instantly tensed and gave a sharp gasp, jerking in Reks’s grasp, “I told you I’d give you your present back there,” Reks’s voice was a whisper as he silently rubbed a fingertip against the ring of muscle, “When I kissed you, you pushed me away and yelled at me, you said I was ‘gross’” He laughed lightly at the memory and pressed a few warm kisses against Vaan’s jawline as the boy tipped his head back leisurely, “But when I went to leave, you pushed me against the wall and kissed me back,” Slowly, ever so slowly, the first fingertip began to venture inside, but paused when Vaan cried out and bucked in his arms, “I’ve never regretted that, Vaan,”

“Ngh, Reks…It’s…weird,”

Vaan complained suddenly, and Reks nodded in understanding, “I know, it’s alright, it will feel better soon,” He reassured him, “You’ll like it, just trust me,” Again, he began to push the finger forward, moaning lightly at the warm heat that clench down around his finger like a vice. Vaan was struggling, he knew that already, he expected it. Furrowing his brow for a moment, he debated stopping, but he would have none of that, he needed Vaan to focus on something else, “Touch yourself for me Vaan, Let me watch you,”

The younger boy’s breath hitched at the request, he could have denied, but it was for Reks, so he would gladly do it. Hesitantly, he moved a hand and lowered it between them. Lightly, he trailed two fingers over the head, jerking at the touch against the sensitive skin. Hissing out, he carefully wrapped his fingers around his own throbbing length, tossing his head back at the sensations that suddenly forced themselves up through his spine and into the base of his skull, crying out.

Before either of them had been able to notice, Vaan had allowed his legs to relax, thus sinking farther onto the finger and further driving it into himself. Then again, Vaan didn’t complain or stop this time, and Reks was enjoying the sight and sounds of his younger brother to even think of stopping now. Reks moaned lightly and captured an ear-lobe between his lips, lightly suckling the flesh before moving to the bruised skin of Vaan’s lips and planting kisses at the corner of his mouth, as well as swiping his tongue across the crevasse created by parted lips.

A high-pitched whine escaped Vaan as he quickened the pace of his hand, bucking his hips up into his tightening grasp as one hand shot to his mouth, letting himself bite down on one of his knuckles as it squirmed past Reks’s mouth. Reks watched and frowned, pulling Vaan’s finger from his lip, replacing Vaan’s finger with his own and relishing in the feel of Vaan’s mouth on his skin.

With the distraction taken care of, Reks sheathed one finger into the passage of Vaan’s entrance. The boy gave a great cry as he bit down on the finger, leaving indents shaped like his teeth and quite possibly drawing blood. Reks gave Vaan several moments to adjust as he carefully pumped his finger in and out, by less than one inch, soon Vaan was rocking back and forth on the digit, crying out as his own length pressed against Reks’s belly, Reks on the other hand, whined from the friction on his own arousal. Within no time, Vaan was practically begging for more as he began to raise and lower himself on the finger, pressing himself closer to Reks’s body as his eyes watered.

“M…More Reks, More already,”

Reks complied easily, slipping one more finger alongside the first and pushing both beyond the ring of muscle. Vaan’s head fell forward against Reks’s shoulder as he found it harder and harder to keep his voice down. His breath hitching and his chest heaving as he clawed at any part offered by his brother, his own hand had long since forgotten pleasing himself.

“Ngh, don’t stop Reks,”

Vaan pleaded and thrust his hips toward Reks’s torso, rubbing their two unclothed need together. Reks could barely take it. Vaan was so warm and so wanton in his arms, biting down on his lip, he chose to decide that Vaan was more than ready. The elder brother slowly slipped his fingers from Vaan’s entrance and cupped his hand beneath his own mouth, gathering saliva in his mouth before he released it and captured it in the palm of his hand. He took one look at Vaan and caught sight of the bruised lips and glazed eyes, before he wrapped his own wet fingers around the shaft of his erection. Vaan soon pulled his hand away, spreading the liquid across the stiff flesh and soon deeming his brother slick enough and his own body prepared for what was to come in just a few short moments.

Reks drew in a deep breath and kept his eyes on Vaan as he pulled him up and situated the boy over his aching length, with one kiss to the lips, Reks lowered his brother, guiding his length into the boy’s young body. Vaan’s eyes watered as he threw his head down onto Reks’s shoulder, “It…it hurts, Reks, make it stop…Oh gods, Reks,” He seethed out desperately, clutching onto his kin as he pressed wet eyes against older skin.

“Shhh,” Reks breathed into Vaan’s ear, brushing one hand down the back of his head and to the plane of his back, rubbing over the stiff muscles of one shoulder while the other hand steadied Vaan by the hip. He knew it hurt, but he was impatient, he hated his inability to wait, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself, luckily for him, Vaan didn’t want him to stop either.

Suddenly, Reks bucked his own hips upward, suddenly sheathing himself completely into the body that was his younger brother. Vaan gave a keening yelp that would have been able to awaken the dead, had it not been so stifled against the crook of Reks’s neck. The boy dug his fingers mercilessly into his brother’s back, sure to leave red marks, scratches, and possibly remnants of blood in the morning.

Moments passed by as Reks allowed Vaan to adjust, though hard it was for him to stay still. However, Reks was the one to get a surprise when Vaan lightly pushed himself away, placing each hand onto one of Reks’s shoulders, drawing in a shaky breath just before he suddenly tugged himself upward and almost completely off of Reks before he suddenly plunged himself back down over the length. Vaan ground his teeth and tossed back his head, and Reks copied the reaction, both bodies heaving at the motion and giving moans at the sensations just shared between them.

However, Vaan didn’t stop or give himself time to grow used to the stretching that had just occurred at the rim of his entrance, instead, he impatiently lifted and slammed himself down in his brother’s lap, impaling himself again and again, forcing cries from his own lips as Reks moaned out harmoniously while clutching at his Vaan’s hips. Yes, His Vaan. Neither would argue this, both were sure to defend it.

Each was being driven to their end, both clutching at one another desperately as sounds were muffled, however, neither seemed to care that they were still in the sight of anyone that could be passing by or could be watching from a nearby, or even a far-away window sill.

Vaan fell over the edge first, loosing his breath as his excitement spilled from him, it coated their stomachs and left a sticky film between them, melding them together. Reks groaned out and grasped Vaan tighter, taking his lips captive and plundering the cavern of his mouth as one last buck undid Reks and he filled his brother, Vaan’s insides were caked with his very own brother’s essence.

In the minds of many, they were finally tainted, they’d committed one of the very worst sins that man or woman could ever hope to commit.

But what was worse, neither would ever look back from this moment, neither would ever hope that this didn’t happen, but neither of them had none, that beyond the blanket of the night, a pair of eyes had been watching in horror.