Chapter 1 The Inn Of The Last Home
Raistlin Majere sat at a corner table in the Inn of the Last Home, surrounded by the usual group. One golden skinned hand rested on his staff while the other was curled around the cup of tea that he was sipping from slowly.
His hood was up to conceal his face, as usual, and his golden-hourglass eyes traveled over most of the others with cold indifference. However, his eyes warmed marginally when they landed finally on his large brother, icing over again just as quickly when Caramon laughed loudly at something the redheaded barmaid, Tika Waylen, said to him.
Raistlin growled inaudibly, his normally sure slender fingers slipping on the teacup and causing it to fall, spilling the tea over the surface of the wood table when it broke apart with a loud crash of pottery that caused everyone at the table to stare at him in disbelief. As usual, Caramon came over quickly, once he had snapped out of his surprise, abandoning Tika to clean the tea with a rag and handing the broken teacup to her with briefly murmured apologies.
"Are you alright, Raist?" Caramon asked him in concern. "No, I am not alright, you dolt," the red-robed mage snapped, concealing his trembling hands within his large sleeves quickly after reluctantly removing his hand from his staff where it rested against the wall close to his chair.
"He's just grumpy from constantly studying those musty old books of his," Flint Fireforge threw into the conversation. "They're probably most of the reason that he has breathing problems."
"You are absurd, Flint," Raistlin rasped from within his hood. "I am merely.. exhausted."
"Yes. From reading spell books."
"Enough!" the sickly mage hissed, stunning them all with his uncharacteristic show of real temper by slamming his hand down on the wooden table. He then reached for his beloved staff, using it to prop himself up when he stood. "I can take no more insults tonight. Caramon! I wish to go to our room, now!"
"Of course, Raist," he said in reply, moving closer to help him.
"Don't touch me," Raistlin ordered, moving further away from him before heading for the stairs that led to the inn's many rooms. "Come!"
"Of course, Raist."
The two brothers ascended the stairs together, Raistlin going ahead of him slowly. Caramon opened the door for him once they got up to the hallway, and then went in after his brother, watching the Mage sit down on one of the two beds and lean his staff against the wall beside the headboard.
"Raist, I'm.. confused," he said as he shut the door and locked it behind himself.
"And how is that any different from usual?" he responded sarcastically from beneath his deep hood.
"Why do you have to be like that?" Caramon complained quietly. "I'm only worried about you, but you are always putting me down."
"I do not want your pity."
"It's not pity! Why can't you understand that? You are my brother. I just.. care about you, but you constantly push me away."
"This is pointless. I wish to sleep now."
He was surprised when Caramon suddenly growled and grabbed him by the shoulders roughly. "No. You are not sleeping until you answer my questions. What happened down there? I want to talk about it!"
"Talk about what? Your constant flirting with Tika Waylen?"
"That's what this is all about? I always flirt with women. Why is she any different? You have never cared before what I do about my needs."
"Wrong!" Raistlin rasped as he tilted his head back to look up at him, his hood falling back to reveal his white hair and golden-hourglass eyes with the movement. "I have always cared. When I dropped the teacup.. it was because it angered me."
"So.. what?.. I have given you everything I have. Always. Am I never to hold a woman again at your command as well? Never to feel physical passion?"
"I never said that."
"Then what do you want from me, Raist? Just tell me, and it's yours!"
"Do I really have to spell it out for you, Caramon?"
"I can not read your mind to find the answer."
"Thank the Magic..," Raistlin said softly, confusing the big man when he freed himself from his hold. He then lifted his golden skinned hands to thread his slender fingers within his shining, honey-toned hair gently, pulling his face closer, eyes closing as he pressed his lips to his brother's lightly.
Caramon was shocked, blinking rapidly as Raistlin tilted his head to the side, his mouth slanting across his almost imploringly. Despite his reaction to his twin's unexpected kiss, Caramon softened, as usual. Unable to deny Raistlin anything, even this, his strong arms surrounded the slim man, encircling his waist and drawing him close against his strong chest. He lifted Raistlin up, then turned to sit on the bed himself with the red-robed Mage on his lap.
Raistlin shivered, a soft moan escaping him against the warrior's mouth, feeling sensations that he never had before travel through his body at his brother's firm touch. His famous eyes fluttered open only when Caramon's lips left his, staring up at his face somewhat dazedly, shaking his head to try and clear it.
"Are you sure that this is what you want, Raist?" he asked him in concern at his expression.
"It is. But, if we do this, you have to swear to me that there will be no more women. No flirting, no touching, no sex. Them touching you is different, you merely tell them that you are not interested. It would be you and I. Forever. Putting each other, us, first, before anyone else. Deal?"
Caramon blinked. "So.. We would be permanent lovers?"
"Yes, Caramon, lovers."
"Alright. Deal," he promised, leaning his head down to kiss Raistlin gently to seal their alliance.
Once the kiss ended, several minutes later, both of them were panting quietly as they leaned their foreheads together to recover.
"Caramon, will you move the two beds together?" Raistlin whispered softly as he looked deep into his brother's eyes.
"Of course, Raist.."
Ten minutes later both of the small beds were in the exact center of the room, forming one large bed. The two of them sat atop the faded quilts that covered both mattresses, Raistlin's thin legs folded under his body where he sat between his brother's large thighs. His head was tilted back and eyes were closed as Caramon kissed him deeply. Raistlin tilted his head to one side with a soft gasping-cry sound when the large man ended the kiss to fasten his mouth to the side of his slightly younger twin's neck, sucking at the skin there with gentle lips.
"Are you alright, Raist?" he pulled back to ask him in concern at the noise.
"Yess.." the Mage hissed in reply, never opening his eyes as he spoke to him. "Don't stop, my brother.."
"Alright.." he said with a nod that Raistlin didn't see, lowering his head down to suck again at his neck lightly.
Raistlin shuddered and moaned, arching his back unconsciously and pressing his clothed chest against his brother's strong and bare one firmly. He was trembling when Caramon's right arm then encircled his waist, pulling his slim body closer against his as he continued to kiss, lick, nibble and suck at the Mage's neck lovingly.
"C-Caramon.." Raistlin panted, shaking as he clung to the larger man, tilting his head more to give him further access to his neck instinctively. "Help me out of these robes.."
"Of course, Raist," he whispered softly against his saliva-damp skin. He then reached out with his hands to touch the fastenings at his brother's throat, unhooking them carefully and pushing the deep red fabric back and off his shoulders gently.
The Mage shivered at the unusual feeling of being undressed as he was used to sleeping in his robes while traveling. But he stood to slip out of them the rest of the way, while Caramon did the same with his own pants and undergarments quickly before they both moved back to the bed together.
Caramon drew Raistlin back onto his lap, fastening their mouths together again finally as his large hands encircled his brother's small waist, his fingers resting lightly at the base of his spine. He actually enjoyed his twin's soft moan when he slid his tongue inside the Mage's mouth to taste him thoroughly. Caramon clearly loved the flavor of Raistlin and the scent of herbs, spices and other spell components that seemed to cling to his golden skin and white hair like an entirely unique perfume.
"Mmmm, Raistlin.. You smell wonderful. How have I never noticed that? And.. your taste."
"I am.. pleased that I please you.." he whispered softly, astonishingly no trace of his usual sarcasm in the tones of his voice.
"You do, Raist. You really do."
"And.. my body? I know that women do not look at me the way that they look at you. I have never wanted such things. At least, not for a very long time. But it does still upset me.."
"What?" Caramon said in obvious astonishment. "You are beautiful, Raistlin. How could you ever doubt that? If women do not notice you, then it is their loss. And you have made it my gain."
Raistlin scoffed softly now in disbelief, not confident enough about his appearance to believe his words of comfort. "Right. Perhaps I used to be beautiful. But I know well enough what I look like now."
"Honestly, Raist, I prefer you better this way. I wish that you weren't suffering, but your appearance reflects the uniqueness of all that is you. There is no other like Raistlin Majere, the red-robed Mage, anywhere out there in Krynn. Or any of the other worlds that may or may not be out there."
"You really mean that.." Raistlin whispered in wonder, his face and neck coloring with light pink as he looked into Caramon's eyes seriously.
Caramon smiled, reaching out a large hand to bury it in Raistlin's long white tresses gently, cradling the side of Raistlin's head as he lowered his own to brush his lips against his lightly as he answered him quietly. "I really mean it, Raist. Even if you weren't my brother, I would still say the same. You've always been my world, whether you wanted to accept it or not."
"You have no idea how much I've wanted to accept it, my brother.." Raistlin whispered, his pale lashes fluttering briefly as his golden-hourglass eyes slid halfway closed in a rare gesture of trust. "How long.. Every time that I pushed you away, or snapped at you not to touch me… I only ever wanted to pull you closer and never let go..."
"Oh, Raistlin.." Caramon whispered in return, pulling him closer and kissing him again fiercely.
A shudder rippled through the Mage's thin body, and he relaxed against him, softening as Caramon lowered him down to the mattress on his back and stretched out over him carefully. He was still kissing him as his large hands stroked over his naked golden skin to soothe and comfort him, surprised when Raistlin reached for his pouches. His brother searched around in them until he found a small and rust-red jar and handed it to him carefully.
"It's oil. Extra slick. I made it myself."
Caramon stared at him for a moment before his eyes filled with comprehension. "Raist, are you sure? I mean, I'm not exactly of a moderate size, and.. No matter how slick the oil, it's going to hurt-"
"Shush, Caramon. No more talking," he ordered, rolling over onto his stomach on the mattress. "Just do it. I want you to."
"Alright, Raist. No more talking.."
The large man moved to sit at the feet of the Mage, reaching out to take his light grey undergarments by the waistband, pulling them off and down his legs slowly. He shocked himself with his reaction when his mouth watered as the pale, naked flesh of his brother's backside was revealed, reaching out to palm the soft and rounded swells gently.
Raistlin drew in a quick breath at the touch, visibly quivering, his spine arching sharply as he pushed up into his large hands unconsciously. Caramon drew his shaking fingers down the silken skin slowly, encouraged by his brother's response, parting the cheeks gently. A soft gasp escaped him as he stared with wide eyes down at Raistlin's small rose-red opening, marveling at the simple beauty of the sight.
"What is it?" Raistlin asked softly, confused by the other man's response.
"Beautiful.." he answered him, reverence in the quietly murmured tones of his voice.
Caramon lowered his head down to press his lips gently to the beginning of the divide at the top of his backside. Raistlin shook at the tender touch, a soft whimper escaping him, and he spread his legs wider, opening himself up to his large brother fully.
"Touch it!" he hissed out, his voice somehow managing to sound both pleading and commanding as he spoke. "Touch me! Please.."
The Mage felt a thick finger press against his hole, slicking it up with warm oil thoroughly, shocking both of them when a loud moan burst free from his chest as the warrior's finger slid within him to the first knuckle, gentle and testing with it's entrance.
"Caramon!" Raistlin gasped out, hips pushing back against the invasion as though eager for it to happen. "Yess! More, more!"
Caramon shuddered, eyes wide as he watched him writhe and command he do more. Raistlin was panting audibly while he slid the finger all the way into him, wriggling it around to loosen and relax his tightness carefully. He felt the rough pad of his finger brush over something soft and slightly spongy inside, shocked when Raistlin let out the loudest scream that he'd ever heard in any sexual situation.
He felt his rod become instantly rock hard between his own firm thighs as his twin panted and shuddered, an obvious sheen of pleasure-sweat rising quickly to glimmer atop the gorgeous golden flesh of his back attractively.
"Car-a-mon.. Ohhh! Pl-Please! Need- Faster.. Need more! N-Now!"
Caramon nodded, pulling his finger out despite the other man's soft sound of protest, smiling in enjoyment of his strangled cry of clear delight when he shoved two fingers side by side into him abruptly. He worked them in deeper to loosen him further, wanting there to be as little hurt to him as was possible when they finally joined their bodies together.
Raistlin's insides loosened completely suddenly, yielding under the pressure, and Caramon knew that he was ready. He pulled his fingers away and rolled the Mage over, touching his face gently with one hand as he moved to hover above him, leaning down to kiss him as he moved closer to his slim and beautiful body. Raistlin shuddered, pushing into the kiss hungrily, feeling as though he were burning of fever with lust. The Mage's entire body length jolted, overly-sensitized as he felt his brother's large cock brush against his left thigh briefly.
"I'll go slow…" Caramon promised him softly, maneuvering his brother's legs onto his broad shoulders on either side of his head as he moved up into position.
"I can take it," Raistlin rasped out, quivering as he felt the head of his twin's hard cock nudge the portal of his body lightly.
Then he was pushing inside. The Mage tensed, his hands clenching into fists where they rested at his brother's lower back, his back arching while his face twisted as he was taken. He was hissing with pain between his clenched teeth, yet clutching the large warrior closer desperately, his slim legs almost undulating atop his brother's shoulders as his feet flexed in the air. His toes curled as his hips rolled beneath Caramon's, obviously in pain, hurt yet craving more of the larger man inside him.
"Raist?" Caramon said quietly as he stared down at him in concern, halting his movements within him reluctantly.
"I am alright," the Mage panted quietly. "It hurts, I will not lie, but I am alright. Do not stop. I want more. Give me more, my brother.."
Caramon nodded, kissing Raistlin's mouth again roughly with his as he started to move once more, sinking deeper within the Mage's tight, hot body as he felt his brother relax again. He was clearly embracing the pain and pleasure both as he clutched at Caramon's shoulders with a low moan of seemingly agonized want.
The larger man moved faster now, thrusting into him quickly while still being gentle, his large hands wrapped tightly around the bed's headboard so as not to bruise his brother's delicate golden skin. He was surprised when Raistlin grabbed his arms one at a time, placing his right hand on his shoulder on that side, his left on his hip in the same way, staring up at him with his fierce golden-hourglass eyes.
"You will touch me, Caramon," Raistlin rasped commandingly. "You will know that I am the one in your bed, and will be the only one from now on. I will not let you distance yourself from this, from me. I will not be another one of your emotionless fucks."
"Raistlin!" Caramon gasped, his eyes widening in shock at his language, his movements slowing as he stared down at him. "How could you think that? I would never.. I love you, you know that. I just.. I don't want to hurt you with my eagerness."
"I'm not as frail as you seem to think, my brother. I'm not saying you can pound me into the table. But you can hold me. I want you to hold me, Caramon."
The warrior nodded wordlessly, holding the Mage close to him, kissing him briefly as he started to move in earnest, his big body dripping with sweat as he labored over him to bring him pleasure. "As my brother commands."
"As I desire…" Raistlin agreed somewhat breathlessly. He trembled with clear sensual delight, pulling Caramon yet closer, though such had seemed impossible.
All conversation ceased then, the room filling with the sounds of their moans, pants and groans. Their soft cries and whines of tension held too long within. Then it was over.
Raistlin screamed as the different kind of spell that held them both snapped suddenly, his back arching as he clung to Caramon. He released his enjoyment between their bodies as he felt his brother spill as well inside him, slumping back to the mattress as he panted weakly.
Caramon withdrew from him slowly, checking him over carefully down there to be sure that he hadn't torn him, relieved when he found no trace of blood. Though the area was a little red, and most likely tender. He was surprised that his brother hadn't yet berated him for being overprotective of him as he always did, raising himself up closer to his face to look at him, only then realizing why.
Raistlin already slept, clearly having been exhausted by so much unused to physical exertion. Caramon smiled, kissing his brother's red and kiss-swollen lips one last time before cleaning them both with a damp towel and tucking them both beneath the covers in the bed for the night. He held him close against his side securely as he too drifted into pleasant dreams.