My first fanfiction to be posted to this sight! It was written on a whim while I was listening to really depressing Ingle Michealson songs. I'll probably write a sequel someday. This reminds me too much of the UsCan fic Blood Brothers... I feel like I ripped it off... Well, I didn't mean to! Gosh!
Anyways, don't bother to listen to my obnoxiousness, and just read on, please.
Aiya.
The soft sigh of hands brushing fabric. The quiet moans of two lovers who were forbidden to love. The tears that fell from their sky blue and kind violet eyes. The somber happiness that filled their hearts.
They didn't mind; or rather, didn't care. No matter what society said, they loved each other more than normal brothers should. They knew that it would hurt their parents if they were to find out of the "scandal" that happened behinds their backs.
Alfred loved Matthew, and Matthew loved Alfred; probably more than normal brothers should. They didn't mind, or rather didn't care if the world thought them strange. They loved, and they did it wholly. They wouldn't regret what was about to happen, the border they were about to cross.
"Al, I love you."
"I love you too, Matt, but are you sure you want to do this?"
The smaller teenager closed his eyes and took a long breath through his nose.
"Yes."
Quiet whispers of love, gasps and sighs growing by the minute as two brothers pleased each other greatly, sharp creaks from the wooden bed they had had since they were eight.
It had all been so pure.
So beautiful.
It really was true love.
Yet that didn't stop the regret.
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Anastasia Jetard