Hemlock
By SMYGO4EVA
It was not enough to destroy what was created. No, it was never enough. It never had.
Abel knew that, and now Cain held that closest to him.
They never had the choice to see otherwise.
They were instruments of destruction, themselves, and Seth. It was unspoken that they never touch her, not what they had in store for the other. There was an unspoken pact Abel can never – could never – make himself forget.
It was all a feverish haze, but Cain made sure Abel would remove every moment of swirling torment. His cool, calculated touches were like ice, but they burned onto Abel's flesh. Ethereal and calm, but all the while ravenous and frenzied.
Out of sheer impulse, Abel reached out, his hands turning into claws, digging into Cain's arms, seeping blood. Cain gasped out, his lips reddening, and his smile only widened, fangs glistening. Abel's eyes strayed, and he stilled under his brother's grasp.
Cain was enjoying the pain Abel gave to him, and Abel was all the happier to let him have his fill.
They were anchored to each other, and there was no escaping that.
There was no coming back from it all, not when Cain leaned in and pressed his mouth onto Abel's, his hands reaching downward, even as an iron grip kept him in place. Abel seized up, arching in humiliating pleasure, and Cain only laughed.
Cain moved in and burrowed himself within Abel, marking him, claiming him, a low moan escaping his bloodied lips. Abel refused to answer, gritting his teeth, and digging his claws deeper into Cain's arms, piercing through, and Cain shuddered in delight, an exultation of their union.
A freezing thrill coursed through Abel, and Cain threw his head back, his mouth burning-hot, shuddering in a throbbing delight. A poison, an illicit union, and a centuries-long hatred formed into this very moment.
There was no coming back from this, or anything, ever again.