Ashura panted, slowly growing disgusted with himself.
It was wrong to do this, he knew. He knew that their father knew as well, that he and Indara were... intimate with each other.
It was wrong.
But it felt good, and that felt disgusting.
Indara slammed into him, accurately thrusting into that one spot that made him scream in pleasure. Any coherent thoughts broke away.
Indara slammed himself into Ashura, watching his younger sibling shriek and moan.
It was satisfying. It was good. It was pleasurable. It was greedy. It was sinning.
But he had already sinned. What is a little more?
Indara watched Ashura writhe and tremble, moans spilling out uncontrollably. It was incredibly satisfying that nobody but he had seen Ashura in such a state.
Still thrusting, he bent down, taking the head of his brother's cock and sucked hard on it once. Ashura practically screamed. Indara peppered kisses up Ashura's torso, all the way up to his ear. He nipped it once before speaking directly into it.
"Forget everything, Ashura. Nii-san will take care of everything and anything. So, forget everything but me."
Ashura did not forget.
Indara did not keep to his words.
The cycle of hatred went on.
Never ending...
A/N
I don't think anything too explicit was written... Except for that one part.
But this was just skimming over everything.
For those of you that don't keep up with the manga, well, you won't get who Ashura and Indara are.
I could sworn that Indara's name was Indra...