Written for 'The Incest Competition 2' on HPFC with the pairing Rodolphus/Rabastan.

Emotion/Feeling - Happy/Content

Pairing - Rodolphus/Rabastan

Rating - M

Word Count - 785

Contentment

The first rays of sunlight spilt into the formerly dull room through the narrow crack between the curtains, and the silhouettes of two bodies intertwined were illuminated. The two lovers moved together in a fluid, practiced movement; the only sounds that were arising from the room were the high creak of the ornate bed every so often and their hitched breaths.

When they finished, the older man collapsed next to the younger man, and he closed his eyes and smiled. The younger man rolled onto his side and kissed his lover on the cheek.

"Run away with me," Rabastan murmured softly, running his hands through his brother's hair that was slightly damp from the sweat.

Rodolphus sighed and pursed his lips. "You know I can't do that, Rab," he said quietly. His voice was laced with sorrow and fear.

"I want us to be able to do this forever," Rabastan said. "We can't continue doing this if you get married. It wouldn't be right."

Rodolphus let out a small laugh. "It's not right anyway."

"We've been through this," Rabastan muttered with furrowed brows, "it feels right, and you know it."

"I know," Rodolphus replied, and he slowly leaned over to kiss Rabastan. He pulled away and shook his head. "Mother and Father have asked me to propose to Bellatrix today."

"Today?"

"Yes," he said. "I don't know what to do."

Rabastan had stopped listening—he was going to lose everything he cared about. He was going to lose Rodolphus. He was going to lose mornings like this waking up with his naked body entangled with the man he loved.

"I love you," he replied. He hoped that the words would convince his older brother to leave with him, but in his heart he knew that Rodolphus—always so adamant about his duty as being the eldest son—would never betray his parents.

"And I love you, too."

When no more words were spoken, Rodolphus groaned and rolled over, straddling his brother. He leaned down and kissed him, while he slowly pushed himself back inside Rabastan's already adjusted body. Rabastan moaned into the kiss and brought his arms and legs up to wrap around his brother's body.

Rabastan turned his head to the side to allow Rodolphus access to his neck and collarbone. Rodolphus trailed kisses down his brother's jaw and down the nape of his neck, softly nipping at the skin and making Rabastan moan.

When Rabastan opened his eyes, he met his own gaze in the mirror that took up half of the wall, and he looked away hastily.

Why are you looking away? He asked himself. Are you embarrassed about what you're doing?

He turned his head back to the mirror and forced himself to watch as his brother made love to him. He watched his own face as he moaned at Rodolphus's hard thrusts and sweet kisses. He watched as tiny beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead onto the pillow. He watched the way their bodies moved together in a delicate motion, and he closed his eyes, letting himself drown in the feeling.

They laid next to each other panting heavily, and Rabastan could only think of the mirror and how disgusted he felt—he had watched his brother make love to him, and he had watched himself enjoy it.

It's so wrong.

It was so wrong. The way their bodies moved together was graceful and beautiful but he couldn't help feeling that there was something very unnatural about it. They were brothers after all, and he had always known that, but seeing it in the mirror had really opened his eyes.

It's so wrong.

There was no doubt about it, but when Rabastan turned his head to look at Rodolphus's sleeping form, he felt his heart begin to race, and there was a warmth that spread through him.

He loved Rodolphus, and love was always pure. Love was always right. It didn't matter that they were brothers or that they were both men or that Rodolphus was soon to be engaged.

They loved each other. And I wouldn't change that for the world.

Rabastan wasn't sure of what would happen, and even the thought made his chest feel heavy so he shoved it out of his mind. There was no good dreading the future, when the present was as incredible as it was. He wanted to grab every moment and hold onto it forever, because there was no greater happiness than he felt in that moment.

And for the briefest of moments, Rabastan was content.

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