Demmy: Hello I have returned and with a cute (cough) little yaoi fic for Final Fantasy 12. Which I jsut started playing about a week ago. This fic is dedicated to FREAKSHOW1 becuase well, there really arn't enough Rekks X Vaan fics out there.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything...apart from the game which now sits proudly next to my PlayStation 2 calling me...
Wrong
Vaan was still. Almost deathly still. The cream coloured sheet lightly moulded itself over his lower body like a second layer of silk like skin. He was gone. The coldness of the space beside him was proof that it had been hours since his departure. Vaan squeezed his eyes shut, trying in vain to block out all the thoughts that passed through his foggy mind. In just one night he'd lost so much. His innocence, his sanctity and…
His brother.
He knew it was wrong. It was wrong the way he shouted at his brother the night before he was due to leave, to join a fight he probably wouldn't return from. He knew it was wrong when he confessed his sick longing and desire for the elder sibling. He knew it was wrong when he brother returned those three words with the same sickening meaning.
It shouldn't have happened. He shouldn't have let it. He should have pushed Rekks away when the elder brother crashed their lips together in a moment of need and desire. He should have shouted 'Stop' when the all clothing was shred and rough hands claimed every inch of each others skin. He should have been crying in disgust when his dear brother entered him roughly, not crying out in pleasure.
He wasn't supposed to wrap himself tightly around Rekks when they both lay spent on the sheets. Rekks wasn't meant to leave soft loving kisses down his face.
Vaan shouldn't have felt this depressing empty feeling in his heart when he awoke to a cold bedside. It was wrong to think back to ever caress and touch, ever rough passionate kiss, ever time his hands clenched the sheets in sheer carnal pleasure or when he raked his finger nails down his brothers muscled back.
It was wrong. All wrong.
So why did it feel so right to him. Why was every moan and cry of satisfaction so heart felt? Why did he feel so empty with his brother lying beside him and holding him close?
Was it wrong to love your brother too much?
And was it wrong for your brother to return those sentiments?
Demmy: Well...What do you think? I know its short but give a girl I break I'm only just back from a mega writing-free vacation.
Anywhoo please review Thanks.
