A/N next weeks chapters MAY be posted Monday 12/2 as I may not be able to post Sunday. We are travelling for Thanksgiving and get home on Sunday. If I am able to dear readers I will post Sunday. If not I ask for your patience in this matter=)
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This was supposed to be the last chapter, and then it wouldn't stop. It just...kept...going...so here you go=)
Yyldfordt knew that his identity had been found out, what he didn't expect was the soft, silky voice of his brother requesting he make love to him. He couldn't move he felt stuck to the spot as the sweet request resonated in his ears. His brother, the one he had coveted for so long, wanted him. He felt his heart swell and begin to rapidly beat in his chest. As if he knew Szayel padded toward him, his movements slow and deliberate, letting Yyldfordt know that he truly desired this. When he reached Yyldfordt he stopped, then slowly snaked his arms around his head and finding the zipper on the back of his head slid it down. Gently he peeled the face piece forward, as if unwrapping a present, until the tumble of blonde hair fell free and his brother's face was revealed. Golden eyes regarded red thoughtfully before the smaller man leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on him. Yyldfordt eyed him warily as he pulled back.
"Yyldfordt" Szayel breathed as he traced the outline of his brother's chiseled jaw, his fingers dancing across the now bare skin.
"Szayel" his voice came out choked and uncertain, Szayel cocked his head and smiled. His lithe fingers made their way to his back, and yet another zipper, as he brought it down from the top of Yyldfordt's neck to the top of his buttocks. Tenderly he pulled the clothing forward in a silent demand for his brother to remove it.
"I don't want you like this" he pleaded, "I want to see you." His golden eyes looked up, swimming with lust, into hooded red eyes. Yyldfordt couldn't speak, his emotions were at an all-time high, he simply nodded and quickly shed the bodysuit and his boots. He stood trembling naked before his younger brother. His heart was beating so quickly he thought it may jump out from his chest as he was regarded with an even honeyed gaze.
Szayel stared in unabashed wonder at his lovely elder brother. The glorious blonde hair snaked down his shoulders, stopping at his mid back and chest, like a molten liquid halo. His red eyes were darkened, clouded with lust and dancing with emotions. His tanned body was lithe and toned, shaking under the scrutiny he was giving it; slowly he reached his hand out and touched the center of Yyldfordt's chest. Flattening his palm against the warm skin he felt the steady beat of his brother's heart, and locking eyes with him saw the red eyes brimming with unshed tears. He gently moved his hand and began tracing his collarbone to the junction of his shoulder, down his arm to his stomach, his hipbones; he was so lovely; so beautiful.
"Come with me, please" his voice was soft but carried a tone of authority. He wanted to love him, to shower him in attention, to let him know the extent of his feelings. He hesitantly took his hand and began to lead him toward his bedroom, a place no one entered not even for fucking. This wasn't a fuck though, this was love, this was all he had wanted for so long and his brother wanted it too. Opening the door to his room he led Yyldfordt inside the rather tidy and bare room. Szayel was man who liked things clean, unless they needed to be dirty, and his room was no exception. All he had was a rather large and plush bed, and a nightstand; the closet and bathroom were in the adjoining room or "suite" such as it was. He looked up and smiled shyly at his brother who beamed down at him.
"We really should talk Szayel" Yyldfordt's voice was thick and hoarse.
"No" he said, shaking his pink head "we can talk later. Let me show you, without words" he gently pushed Yyldfordt back onto his bed. Blonde hair fanned out and tanned skin stood out in stark contrast against the deep blue bedding, Szayel almost lost himself right there as he looked into lusty red eyes that burned with desire. Desire for him. His blood rushed to his ears as he took in the sight of his brother, naked and in his bed, ready for him. Szayel delicately ran his fingers down the tanned chest and down till he felt the soft brush of fine hairs, slowly he inched lower and lower, toward the straining erection that let him know just how much Yyldfordt desired him. His beautiful cock was swollen and throbbing underneath his fingers, the tip coated in glossy precum as his brother moaned the sleek velvet feel of it shot straight to Szayel's groin. He wrapped his fingers around it, feeling its heat and pulsing rhythm. He swiped at the tip with his thumb before he lowered his head down to taste him, red eyes watched him and he met their gaze as he began his assault on the angry organ.
Yyldfordt let out a deep moan as the sinful pink lips wrapped around his aching member, he felt warmth slowly encompass him as Szayel's hands had now begun to gently fondle his balls. He laced his hands through the soft pink hair as he watched his brother's head slowly bob up and down, each time taking more and more of him into his sweet mouth. He groaned and trailed his hands down Szayel's slender shoulders and began a deep kneading motion, he felt his brother hum around his cock in satisfaction as he began to relax under his touch. Yyldfordt grinned to himself, it was obvious his brother was nervous, he closed his eyes as the sensations began to take him away, hands stilling as the first waves of intense pleasure began to ebb and flow within him.
"Yes baby, that's it, fuck" he muttered softly as Szayel found his rhythm. Not too fast, and not painfully slow, a dancing tantalizing rhythm of sucking, swirling and flicking; it was slowly calling to him, pulling him toward the invariable cliff. He wound his hands through the silky pink strands, as if grasping for purchase, he stiffened as he felt something circling his backside, sliding up and down his perineum and dangerously close to his anus. He glanced down to see Szayel's wicked grin around his mouthful of cock, tipping his head back he moaned lowly as two slim fingers pushed their way inside of him, slowly they began to dance in the same rhythm that was being ministered to him on his cock. He grunted as those fingers reached a place deep inside him that sent lightening throughout his whole body, with wicked intent those fingers began massaging his small bundle of nerves deep inside. His vision began to swim so he closed his eyes and laid his head back, glorying in the sweet suction around his member and the lovely invasion of his most private place. The pleasure built and swelled into a sweet crest, his toes began to tingle as he felt his muscles seize, his abdomen flexed tightly as his body prepared for release. The fingers in his ass pumped quicker and quicker, in time to his panting, shallow breaths. He felt his balls draw up as his hips thrust into Szayel's moist, wet mouth, grunting with the effort he gripped his brother's hair tighter, but not too tight so to not hurt him. His body arched up beautifully, head titled back and eyes closed as he felt the floor come out from under him, calling Szayel's name with a yell he bucked his hips into the mouth that was sucking him so wantonly and fiercely.
Jets of salty liquid erupted in his mouth as Yyldfordt came, yelling out his name in the throes of passion as he bucked his hips greedily into his mouth. His back flexed, his muscles rippling with the effort of his release as he threw his head back and cried out again and again, repeating Szayel's name like a mantra in time to the pumping of his cock. It started slow as he began the slow slide into orgasm, his cock leaking a small spurt of cum, his name falling from his lips.
"Szayel" a little trickle.
"Szayel" a gasp and a slight spurt.
"Szayel!" A ribbon of cream hit the back of his throat.
"Szayel!" Hips bucked, a jet of salt.
"SZAYEL!" His back bent, hips thrusting, muscles flexed and his cock exploded in his mouth. Coating his throat in white and filling his mouth he had to swallow several times in order to keep up with the steady flow of sperm his brother was force feeding him. He revealed in the salty and bitter taste that was Yyldfordt, and swirled his tongue around his now deflating member as his brother came down from his orgasm. Gently he let go of the spent cock with a soft pop and kissed the inside of those tanned thighs lovingly, he crawled up the larger man's body and draped himself across it, tenderly bringing their lips together in a deep kiss. Cloudy red eyes gazed up at his and Yyldfordt raised his hand to his face, brushing a lock of pink hair back.
"Szayel" he murmured gently, cupping the pale face "Szayel, you are incredible."
"I'm not done yet brother" he smiled down at him, and nuzzled Yyldfordt's neck taking in his musky scent, "I told you I wanted to show you without words, and I intend to do just that."
