There was a borderline in terms of how they should be, but they passed it all the time as if it meant nothing.
What really could it mean if they couldn't have at least this?
Two mouths, full of sarcastic comments and rude insults, now held wandering tongues as has hands slithered and slid in fabric as if to truly grasp and feel the person underneath.
Arthur's quick gasp melted away in to a moan as he felt and tasted Alistair's tongue and as those pressing fingers wandered around Arthur's frame.
They both well knew how wrong all of this was though the brush of skin on skin and slick muscle against slick muscle had the two attached in an almost feverish high.
The two were not deluded on knowing that they were brothers, but it did nothing to end this relationship.
The taboo was theirs, and they accepted it.
