AUTHOR'S NOTE: I would like to start things off by dedicating this chapter
to The Psycho Violinist of Silentwood. She recently drew for me a beautiful
ficart of Mokkan and Gelltor, and this is the least I can do to repay her.
I am also very grateful to my reviewers because if it wasn't for your
encouragement, this story might never have gone passed the first chapter.
!!!!!IMPORTANT!!!!!: For those who actually like my story but don't want to read a lemon, this is the edited version of chapter four. Although there is still some kissing, its not as bad as the unedited version. And thank you, Laburnum Steelfang, for bringing it to my attention that some people would prefer to read a non-lemon version of my fic.
DISCLAIMER: This twisted insanity formerly known as a plot belongs to me while the victimized characters are copyright Brian Jacques.
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Chapter Four: A Brother's Touch (Edited)
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The trees of Mossflower swayed in the light breeze that swept across them. The warm night was peaceful, it's quiet unbroken. A relaxing tranquility reigned over the forest in its post-twilight state. Shimmering stars twinkled up in the sky, revealing two shadows flitting across the ground below.
Mokkan hadn't traveled too far before he stopped and collapsed again. His mind was reeling from so many different emotions that it actually made him feel sick. The eldest Marlfox hid his face in his paws so, naturally, he didn't notice the presence of his brother until Gelltor lightly tapped him on the shoulder. Mokkan instantly froze. Every muscle in his body tensed up, and he felt an icy twinge of anxiety ripple through him. The Marlfox's fears were instantly confirmed when Gelltor softly spoke his name.
"Mokkan?"
It was barely audible, like a sigh or a brush of wind, but it still made him impossibly nervous.
"How much did you hear?" Mokkan whispered, hardly daring to breathe.
"Everything."
Mokkan considered for an instant that he was going to die. //He knows!// the Marlfox thought. //Oh, by the fang, what am I going to DO?!//
"Whatever you heard. . . I mean, I can explain. . . What I really meant was. . ." helplessly the older Marlfox floundered for the words that might magically explain away his foolish slip of the tongue.
When he spoke again, Gelltor was almost unable to meet his brother's sharp yellow eyes. "I thought you hated me."
"I do!" Mokkan exclaimed quickly. A little TOO quickly.
"I know perfectly well that that's not true," Gelltor argued as he took a step closer to his sibling.
"Stop right there!" the older Marlfox commanded as he realized the quickly vanishing distance between them.
"Why, Mokkan? What is so wrong about how we feel for each other?"
"Gelltor," Mokkan admonished in frustration, "you don't understand. Feelings for anyone are a weakness. Such emotions can cause unimaginable trouble."
The younger Marlfox nodded in agreement. "True, brother, but feelings can also bring about unimaginable joy. After all, it is said that love is more powerful than anything."
"Well, in that case," Mokkan replied acidly, "we can part company right now because I don't see how such a. . .relationship between the two of us would ever make MY life any better." The eldest Marlfox started to walk away when his brother once again caught him off guard.
"Oh, so you're saying you're happy NOW?"
Mokkan stopped walking and shifted the question around in his mind. Was he happy? Why was it any of Gelltor's business? Then Mokkan came to a very painful conclusion. He knew exactly what the answer to his sibling's question was.
"No," the Marlfox said quietly, and his shoulders slumped.
Gelltor's ears perked up ever so slightly. "What?"
Slowly, Mokkan turned so that he was facing his brother. "I said 'no'. I'm NOT happy."
The younger Marlfox crossed his arms over his broad chest, and the starlight glinted off his glowing eyes. "Then tell me what you want."
Once again, the older Marlfox's mind was a whirlwind of different voices yelling for control. This time, however, Mokkan was able to sift through all of them. //What DO I want?// he thought. A number of answers immediately applied themselves to the question. //Wealth, power, control. . .//
"This."
Gracefully, Mokkan stepped forward and reached out to caress his brother's face. For a moment, Gelltor really thought he was dreaming, that this was too good to be true. He had never imagined he'd feel his brother's touch with such affection behind it. Truth be told, Gelltor had been close to giving up hope that there would ever be anything between him and Mokkan. But now. . . The younger Marlfox instantly decided not waste this opportunity. The gap between them closed completely as Gelltor leaned in to capture his brother's mouth with his. For a second, Mokkan was unsure of how to respond. Then he felt the tip of his brother's tongue touch his lips, and Mokkan instinctively opened his mouth allowing Gelltor more access before responding to the younger Marlfox's actions in a similar fashion. Gelltor's paws traveled downward and moved in massaging circles over his brother's stomach and even lower. Mokkan moaned faintly into the kiss and clung tighter to his sibling for balance as all the new sensations he was feeling washed over him. Gelltor shivered in delight at having the long sought after object of his affection joined so perfectly with him, but eventually, the need for air drove them apart.
Mokkan shook his head in surprise at the mind-blowing kiss. "I've never felt anything like that before. It was amazing and incredible and. . ."
Gelltor grinned, pleased with his brother's response. "Gee, Mokkan, you sound like you've never even been kissed before."
"I haven't."
Gelltor could hardly believe his ears. //No way. . .// he thought incredulously.
"You're a virgin?!"
Mokkan's ears drooped sheepishly, and he attempted a nonchalant shrug. "Is there something wrong with?"
"No! Of course not! I'm just surprised, that's all," Gelltor quickly assured his brother. "I mean, even Lantur has fallen in bed with Wilce so I just figure you'd had some experience too." The younger Marlfox smiled slyly and continued - in a rather suggestive way, "But, there's no better time than now to learn."
And that's exactly what happened. . .
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When everything was said and done, Mokkan could practically feel his worries and cares draining away. He couldn't remember ever feeling more relaxed or at ease in his life. Gingerly, Gelltor positioned himself next to Mokkan so he could wrap his arms around his eldest brother. Mokkan offered a small smile, still a little nervous but happy. Gelltor returned the grin and kissed him tenderly. The older Marlfox affectionately nuzzled his brother's shoulder.
Gelltor pulled his cloak over them, and needless to say, neither Marlfox had any trouble getting to sleep that night.
~To be continued. . .~
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please R&R. Tell me what you think -
Mokkan: I think you're really, REALLY sick!!!
Gelltor: How COULD you?!
VampCat: Get over it, children. The same thing will probably happen again in one of the up-coming chapters.
Mokkan and Gelltor: X__x
Mokkan: Y'know, I wonder if Lantur has anymore of that poison. . .
VampCat: Suicide?! Oh, NOW who's being angsty?
Mokkan: *glares* Better than being a helpless pawn in your stories.
!!!!!IMPORTANT!!!!!: For those who actually like my story but don't want to read a lemon, this is the edited version of chapter four. Although there is still some kissing, its not as bad as the unedited version. And thank you, Laburnum Steelfang, for bringing it to my attention that some people would prefer to read a non-lemon version of my fic.
DISCLAIMER: This twisted insanity formerly known as a plot belongs to me while the victimized characters are copyright Brian Jacques.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter Four: A Brother's Touch (Edited)
~*~*~*~
The trees of Mossflower swayed in the light breeze that swept across them. The warm night was peaceful, it's quiet unbroken. A relaxing tranquility reigned over the forest in its post-twilight state. Shimmering stars twinkled up in the sky, revealing two shadows flitting across the ground below.
Mokkan hadn't traveled too far before he stopped and collapsed again. His mind was reeling from so many different emotions that it actually made him feel sick. The eldest Marlfox hid his face in his paws so, naturally, he didn't notice the presence of his brother until Gelltor lightly tapped him on the shoulder. Mokkan instantly froze. Every muscle in his body tensed up, and he felt an icy twinge of anxiety ripple through him. The Marlfox's fears were instantly confirmed when Gelltor softly spoke his name.
"Mokkan?"
It was barely audible, like a sigh or a brush of wind, but it still made him impossibly nervous.
"How much did you hear?" Mokkan whispered, hardly daring to breathe.
"Everything."
Mokkan considered for an instant that he was going to die. //He knows!// the Marlfox thought. //Oh, by the fang, what am I going to DO?!//
"Whatever you heard. . . I mean, I can explain. . . What I really meant was. . ." helplessly the older Marlfox floundered for the words that might magically explain away his foolish slip of the tongue.
When he spoke again, Gelltor was almost unable to meet his brother's sharp yellow eyes. "I thought you hated me."
"I do!" Mokkan exclaimed quickly. A little TOO quickly.
"I know perfectly well that that's not true," Gelltor argued as he took a step closer to his sibling.
"Stop right there!" the older Marlfox commanded as he realized the quickly vanishing distance between them.
"Why, Mokkan? What is so wrong about how we feel for each other?"
"Gelltor," Mokkan admonished in frustration, "you don't understand. Feelings for anyone are a weakness. Such emotions can cause unimaginable trouble."
The younger Marlfox nodded in agreement. "True, brother, but feelings can also bring about unimaginable joy. After all, it is said that love is more powerful than anything."
"Well, in that case," Mokkan replied acidly, "we can part company right now because I don't see how such a. . .relationship between the two of us would ever make MY life any better." The eldest Marlfox started to walk away when his brother once again caught him off guard.
"Oh, so you're saying you're happy NOW?"
Mokkan stopped walking and shifted the question around in his mind. Was he happy? Why was it any of Gelltor's business? Then Mokkan came to a very painful conclusion. He knew exactly what the answer to his sibling's question was.
"No," the Marlfox said quietly, and his shoulders slumped.
Gelltor's ears perked up ever so slightly. "What?"
Slowly, Mokkan turned so that he was facing his brother. "I said 'no'. I'm NOT happy."
The younger Marlfox crossed his arms over his broad chest, and the starlight glinted off his glowing eyes. "Then tell me what you want."
Once again, the older Marlfox's mind was a whirlwind of different voices yelling for control. This time, however, Mokkan was able to sift through all of them. //What DO I want?// he thought. A number of answers immediately applied themselves to the question. //Wealth, power, control. . .//
"This."
Gracefully, Mokkan stepped forward and reached out to caress his brother's face. For a moment, Gelltor really thought he was dreaming, that this was too good to be true. He had never imagined he'd feel his brother's touch with such affection behind it. Truth be told, Gelltor had been close to giving up hope that there would ever be anything between him and Mokkan. But now. . . The younger Marlfox instantly decided not waste this opportunity. The gap between them closed completely as Gelltor leaned in to capture his brother's mouth with his. For a second, Mokkan was unsure of how to respond. Then he felt the tip of his brother's tongue touch his lips, and Mokkan instinctively opened his mouth allowing Gelltor more access before responding to the younger Marlfox's actions in a similar fashion. Gelltor's paws traveled downward and moved in massaging circles over his brother's stomach and even lower. Mokkan moaned faintly into the kiss and clung tighter to his sibling for balance as all the new sensations he was feeling washed over him. Gelltor shivered in delight at having the long sought after object of his affection joined so perfectly with him, but eventually, the need for air drove them apart.
Mokkan shook his head in surprise at the mind-blowing kiss. "I've never felt anything like that before. It was amazing and incredible and. . ."
Gelltor grinned, pleased with his brother's response. "Gee, Mokkan, you sound like you've never even been kissed before."
"I haven't."
Gelltor could hardly believe his ears. //No way. . .// he thought incredulously.
"You're a virgin?!"
Mokkan's ears drooped sheepishly, and he attempted a nonchalant shrug. "Is there something wrong with?"
"No! Of course not! I'm just surprised, that's all," Gelltor quickly assured his brother. "I mean, even Lantur has fallen in bed with Wilce so I just figure you'd had some experience too." The younger Marlfox smiled slyly and continued - in a rather suggestive way, "But, there's no better time than now to learn."
And that's exactly what happened. . .
~~~
When everything was said and done, Mokkan could practically feel his worries and cares draining away. He couldn't remember ever feeling more relaxed or at ease in his life. Gingerly, Gelltor positioned himself next to Mokkan so he could wrap his arms around his eldest brother. Mokkan offered a small smile, still a little nervous but happy. Gelltor returned the grin and kissed him tenderly. The older Marlfox affectionately nuzzled his brother's shoulder.
Gelltor pulled his cloak over them, and needless to say, neither Marlfox had any trouble getting to sleep that night.
~To be continued. . .~
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please R&R. Tell me what you think -
Mokkan: I think you're really, REALLY sick!!!
Gelltor: How COULD you?!
VampCat: Get over it, children. The same thing will probably happen again in one of the up-coming chapters.
Mokkan and Gelltor: X__x
Mokkan: Y'know, I wonder if Lantur has anymore of that poison. . .
VampCat: Suicide?! Oh, NOW who's being angsty?
Mokkan: *glares* Better than being a helpless pawn in your stories.