Interlude: Flesh for fantasy

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Warnings: M/M pairing, BDSM, ~~ blood play! ~~, hurt/comfort cubed, vampire style –rough- sex

Pairing Marko/Dwayne. Dwayne is a man of few words.

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Cackling, Dwayne chases Marko into the cave, the two flying swiftly, remnants of the things left behind in the space swirling furiously in the strong rush of wind. Catching his curly-haired brother, he flings him bodily towards a wall. The smaller man hits back first with a grunt, his head thunking hard against the rock.

Landing swiftly, Dwayne grabs Marko and spins him, pinning him against the wall. Marko thrashes, pushing with knees and hands to force his way free. Clutching the collar of the favored patchwork jacket, the dark-haired man pulls hard, the seams straining, faint sound of ripping fabric stilling Marko's efforts, muscles going slack beneath large hands.

"Strip."

Dwayne's voice is gravel, and Marko rushes to comply, all fight gone; slipping out of jacket, pants and chaps with haste to stand bare before his brother. Dwayne has tossed his jacket off, standing proud, eyes fierce as he regards the naked man.

"Kneel."

Marko's knees hit the cave floor, though he stares up at Dwayne with fire in his eyes, panting slightly.

Dwayne moves closer, his boots pushing against Marko's knees. The sound of a zipper slowly being drawn down pulls Marko's gaze, his eyes widening as a heavy, uncut cock falls free.

A raise of an eyebrow is all it takes, and the curly blonde is leaning in, pawing at a hip and sucking the thick member down, his nose buried in dark curls. A hand wraps around his throat, and Marko's sea-green eyes rise to catch stormy brown ones.

Hard fingers squeeze tight, and he can feel sluggish vampire blood pooling, stilled by the firm grip. The other hand fists in his curls, and Dwayne starts fucking his face with fierce rhythm. The hand on his throat squeezes harder, and he feels it constricting around the cock sliding in and out.

Holding on to his brother's hips, Marko relaxes, shoulders dropping, eyes clear and trusting as his mouth is thoroughly used. Sac slapping against Marko's chin, Dwayne tightens further, giving one last thrust before emptying down his brother's crushed larynx.

Marko's eyes droop as he wallows in sensation, pressure and deep pain, the slip of cum down his throat, heavy hands and the sharp pull on his scalp, the tickle of short curls and the scent of his brother thick in his nose. His moan is soundless, blocked by heavy cock and crushed tissue.

Hands release, Dwayne pulling out slowly and stepping back. Marko sways toward him, catching himself, head bowed as his throat repairs itself and he can breathe out raggedly.

The boots are back in his view, and his world is suddenly bright as sharp claws slide up his back, cutting deep, blood oozing out to coat his skin, dulling the pain. Gasping, he grips the jean-clad leg in front of him.

A hand comes down, covering his, pausing a moment then tightening till bones grind and his fingers release the fabric he'd clutched at. A quick movement and he's flipped on his back, rough rock biting into healing wounds as claws now rake his front, drawing slowly up over abdomen and chest to cut across pebbled nipples as he keens, body arching up as sharp nails sink to curl around clavicles.

Fingers pull back, and he's lifted, turned, as Dwayne bends his head to the deep rents on his shoulders, worrying at one with sharp teeth, tongue thrusting into the wound, slipping past torn skin and lapping against bone. His dick is hard and weeping as his dark-haired brother fucks the gash with his tongue, and he grips the ground to keep from pulling his brother closer.

Marko's body is red and sticky with drying blood, eyes flashing gold through the green as Dwayne pulls back, leans in again to trail hard bites along the crest of a shoulder, sharp fangs pulling back to catch skin and tear. When he loses control, grasping hard the inky curtain of silk brushing his skin, the hand is gently removed, the skin of his arm nearly flayed by razor claws as he cries out.

He's stood up, pushed hard once more against the rough rock wall, breached by sharp fingers, two at once, stabbing and slicing down till blood runs thick, reaching in to cut into sensitive tissue, tender nerves to leave him wailing, scratching with his own claws at the rock face as dust showers his face. A thick cock impales him, eased by his own blood, and he whines, grinding himself against the rough stone, sharp edges tearing at velvet skin, and he sees stars.

Strong hands pull him away, turn him, follow him to the ground, his ass now canted up, face shoved against the floor. His hips are gripped near hard enough to crack as Dwayne pounds him mercilessly. Small rocks cut his cheek, embed in his brow as a blood-slick cock stabs into the still-raw nerves inside, sending lightning flashing through him, pain like white light filling him, chasing away all thought.

Dwayne's arms wrap around him like steel bands, pulling him tight against his brother's chest as he's battered by the larger man's cock. He whines, high and needy, hands reaching to grab his own dick.

"NO."

Marko cries out in frustration, flailing out to finally latch on to Dwayne's arms, anchor himself as he's hammered, desperate for release. Fangs bite deep at the crook of his neck as Dwayne slams in to him, once, twice, and hold; release like a cool fountain easing the raw flesh inside.

They both fall forward, panting hard, savoring the moment. Pain dulls, recedes, and he collapses in relief. Strong arms pick him up, carry him to the moldering couch and lay him down gently on his back.

Kneeling between his legs, Dwayne slides cool hands over his hips, mouth parting to take in his swollen, neglected cock. He keens at the light movements, arching as the tender wash of tongue on his shaft sends echoes of delight through him.

Dark eyes meet light, and Dwayne hollows his cheeks, sucking him in, swallowing against him, movements speeding up as Marko's cries get higher, shorter, hands fisting black silk hair. He's shaking apart, torn in to little pieces by pleasure exponentially intensified by the absence of pain. He curls over his brother as he comes, piercing wail muffled by the sleek mane.

Swallowing his brother's spend, Dwayne licks gently at the softening member, quiet chuckle rumbling as the touch of his tongue makes Marko gasp and twitch. He climbs up on the couch, pulling the curly-haired man into his lap and cradling him, trailing light kisses across a temple, down a cheek.

Eyes hooded, Marko reaches up, pulls his brother into a soft kiss, then turns to nuzzle into his shoulder. A smile tweaks the side of Dwayne's mouth as he stands, carrying his brother into the darker reaches of the cavern, to the tide pool they once used regularly to clean off.

Setting Marko down on the rim, Dwayne shucks off his jeans and boots, hopping in and reaching to gather his brother close once again. With one hand, he gently washes the drying blood off Marko's chest and belly, helps him stand so he can clean his back, rinse the blood out of long curls. Turning him around, he embraces Marko, guiding him to the crook of his own neck as he relaxes, offering himself.

Marko pulls him closer, kissing a spot gently before sharp fangs bite, mouth clamping to suck hard, licking to ensure not a drop is spilled. He releases after a few moments, eyes gold and glowing in the darkened space, and his hands go up, pulling Dwayne in for deep kiss, sharing his blood back with him.

They linger for a while, mouths kindly, hands light. Climbing out, they dry and groom each other, pick up clothes and redress. Walking towards the entrance, Dwayne lifts an arm, Marko slots himself in comfortably, eyes bright, and Dwayne's smile matches his as they exit, lifting off together into the remains of the night.