This is loaded with incestuous slash. * lol * I'm deeply amused by flames
so feel free to be close minded all you want.
After all, I don't own these characters and this is really just for my entertainment, and possibly yours * lol *
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated.
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It was Christopher's greatest fear that they would be alone, for there was always a chance that their past, that Christopher could not forget, would return and rob him of his hard-earned control. And now that moment had come.
Alone with his brother.
Nikolas was now looking at him darkly, expectantly, waiting for a response.
"No," Christopher whispered.
"No?" Nikolas responded softly, dangerously.
He pressed on further, cornering Christopher against the wall.
"Don't you remember how it used to be brother? When it was just you and me?"
"Those days are over." Said Christopher, "You know it as well as I do." His words were confidant, yet his shaky voice betrayed him.
"Do I?" He pressed against Christopher, even closer. Out of the corner of his eye, he noted how Christopher's black tee shirt had ridden up over his stomach, baring some of his pale, alabaster skin.
Nikolas's hands strayed over the smooth stretch of skin, that was so like his own, but different in some unconceivable way. The tip of his fingers brushed the waistband of Christopher's jeans.
Christopher gritted his teeth.
"Don't." He said, his voice lost somewhere between a moan and a growl.
Nikolas frowned.
"You never used to protest so much before." His hands left Christopher's stomach, and his fingers grazed the sides of his arms, tracing the inhuman veins.
"I'm with Sarah now, not you."
"I know you don't love her, so don't even bother using her as an excuse, and you know she doesn't love you either. You're not blind Christopher, you have to have seen the way she looks at that human vampire hunter Robert. I know you saw, but for some reason you're denying it. But it isn't love, I can tell you that." Nikolas said angrily, laughing bitterly, and then pushing Christopher against the wall. His back hit against it hard.
If he were human it would have left bruises.
"Love? What do you know about love?" Christopher asked, pushing Nikolas back just as fiercely.
"Was it love when you taught me how to kill? Was it love when you changed me into a vampire against my will? Was it love when you damned me?" He yelled.
Nikolas's black eyes glared at him in the darkness. He was silent for a moment.
"You know that deep down Kristopher, you wanted it more then I did."
Suddenly, in a quick flash of blurred movement, they were in each other's arms. Kissing wildly, with matched, and unhindered passion.
Nikolas bit down hard on Kristopher's bottom lip, and the taste of blood flooded into both of their mouths.
Each of them had been starving, dying for the feeling of the other's mouth, different and yet the same.
Their tongues met each other's in between the soft, feathery caresses of lips and teeth.
His long fingers threaded through his brother's soft black hair, so familiar to him. A pleasure that had been denied for a long time.
"No…" Kristopher whispered between their rushed, frenzied, biting kisses.
Nikolas hugged him as close as he could, the expanses of their hard muscles pressing together.
His lips gently moving over the curve of his brother's neck, then he pulled off his cotton tee shirt, before taking off his own.
"Yes…" Kristopher whispered against Nikolas's ear as he felt him undo his belt buckle.
And their lips met again. Crushing their every rational sense.
After all, I don't own these characters and this is really just for my entertainment, and possibly yours * lol *
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated.
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It was Christopher's greatest fear that they would be alone, for there was always a chance that their past, that Christopher could not forget, would return and rob him of his hard-earned control. And now that moment had come.
Alone with his brother.
Nikolas was now looking at him darkly, expectantly, waiting for a response.
"No," Christopher whispered.
"No?" Nikolas responded softly, dangerously.
He pressed on further, cornering Christopher against the wall.
"Don't you remember how it used to be brother? When it was just you and me?"
"Those days are over." Said Christopher, "You know it as well as I do." His words were confidant, yet his shaky voice betrayed him.
"Do I?" He pressed against Christopher, even closer. Out of the corner of his eye, he noted how Christopher's black tee shirt had ridden up over his stomach, baring some of his pale, alabaster skin.
Nikolas's hands strayed over the smooth stretch of skin, that was so like his own, but different in some unconceivable way. The tip of his fingers brushed the waistband of Christopher's jeans.
Christopher gritted his teeth.
"Don't." He said, his voice lost somewhere between a moan and a growl.
Nikolas frowned.
"You never used to protest so much before." His hands left Christopher's stomach, and his fingers grazed the sides of his arms, tracing the inhuman veins.
"I'm with Sarah now, not you."
"I know you don't love her, so don't even bother using her as an excuse, and you know she doesn't love you either. You're not blind Christopher, you have to have seen the way she looks at that human vampire hunter Robert. I know you saw, but for some reason you're denying it. But it isn't love, I can tell you that." Nikolas said angrily, laughing bitterly, and then pushing Christopher against the wall. His back hit against it hard.
If he were human it would have left bruises.
"Love? What do you know about love?" Christopher asked, pushing Nikolas back just as fiercely.
"Was it love when you taught me how to kill? Was it love when you changed me into a vampire against my will? Was it love when you damned me?" He yelled.
Nikolas's black eyes glared at him in the darkness. He was silent for a moment.
"You know that deep down Kristopher, you wanted it more then I did."
Suddenly, in a quick flash of blurred movement, they were in each other's arms. Kissing wildly, with matched, and unhindered passion.
Nikolas bit down hard on Kristopher's bottom lip, and the taste of blood flooded into both of their mouths.
Each of them had been starving, dying for the feeling of the other's mouth, different and yet the same.
Their tongues met each other's in between the soft, feathery caresses of lips and teeth.
His long fingers threaded through his brother's soft black hair, so familiar to him. A pleasure that had been denied for a long time.
"No…" Kristopher whispered between their rushed, frenzied, biting kisses.
Nikolas hugged him as close as he could, the expanses of their hard muscles pressing together.
His lips gently moving over the curve of his brother's neck, then he pulled off his cotton tee shirt, before taking off his own.
"Yes…" Kristopher whispered against Nikolas's ear as he felt him undo his belt buckle.
And their lips met again. Crushing their every rational sense.