[Original] In The Dark.
Title: In The Dark.
Fandom: Blasphemy!AU
Warnings: PWP, Incest, Dub-Con.
Characters/couples: Abel/Cain.
Summary: Cain just shifts over his bed so that Abel has room to sit down, keeping his eyes focused over the wall as his brother comes inside as quietly as he possibly he can.
Rating: NC17
Notes: First part. Expect the second when I come back.
In The Dark.
It’d be a lie to say he had been sleeping; eyes closed and breathing deep, he had been awake, as always, waiting for his brother to come back home.
Once he hears his brother’s careful steps outside, Cain opens his eyes and takes notice of the hour. Three am. He keeps his eyes over the shiny numbers of his clock as he hears Abel tiptoe down the hall and his breath pauses when Abel stops in front of his room.
“Go on,” he whispers softly, too softly to be even more than a sigh. “Go on, Abel.”
But like most nights, he hears the doorknob creak and he can’t stop the mixed feeling of disappointment and happiness that, despite everything, his younger brother still comes home to him. Cain just shifts over his bed so that Abel has room to sit down, keeping his eyes focused over the wall as his brother comes inside as quietly as he possibly he can, ignoring the twin bed that Cain insists on keeping as he sits over his.
Cain hears clearly the sound of Abel’s jacket and shoes falling down, hears his zipper and the soft curses his brother makes when he has troubles taking his shirt off, and then he feels the covers moving, feels his brother press flush against his back.
Abel’s already half hard as he tucks his knees behind his, hands over his waist and moving to the front of his shorts, lips over the nape of his neck, taking deep breaths, licking, nipping, moaning.
“It’s 3:00 am, Abel.” Cain mutters, feeling his younger brother’s hand move inside his shirt, and tease his nipples with blunt, calloused fingers, Abel’s other hand kept stroking him through his short with wide knowledge of what he wants to; it had been years since Cain has stopped his body from trying to react, and instead he just tries to make his voice stern. “We’ve midterms tomorrow.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Abel mutters, and Cain smells the alcohol in his breath, hopes with all his might it’s just that. “It’s cold…”
But it’s not, not really. Cain bites on his tongue to stop himself from giving a moan; it’s already enough the way his hips are moving against Abel’s hand now that it had moved inside his shorts, how his younger brother was skillfully stroking him, lips moving over his neck.
Don’t leave a mark, Cain wants to ask; he has a girlfriend, after all, even if that doesn’t seem to matter to Abel, even though he knows her or that he claims to like her. Every time Abel wants him, he gets inside his bed, a twisted parody of when they had been children and Abel had been scared because of a thunderstorm and wanted his big brother to protect him.
But he can’t think of that either, can’t bring himself to think of the wide eyed, scared little brother that used to follow him everywhere to this one who he thinks that, sometimes, even if he didn’t allow it, didn’t agree to open his legs for, would still have sex with him, force it upon him; Cain is sure that if he is to think them the same, his heart would break.
“I want you, Cain,” Abel gasps, rubbing against his ass, mouth over his ear, licking the shell. “I want you, I… fuck…”
Cain bites on another gasp too before he reaches a hand towards his draw, ever so thankful that their mother had finally caught on the fact that teenager boys don’t need their mother to clean their rooms as he took out a condom and the lube, pressing them over Abel’s hand, annoyed that he still blushes.
It was easier like that, Cain reasons. It is easier if he agrees, and then, when Abel finally realizes that what they are doing is wrong and he stops, Cain will have stopped his younger brother from raping him. It’s only because of that that he agrees, and it’s easier if he does. Just that.
Abel stops a moment before he moves the sheets away, taking his warm hands and body warmth away as he puts the condom on. Cain shivers a moment, cock missing the stroking and body shivering at the sudden coolness before he takes off his shirt and shorts, pausing a moment to take out another condom and slip it over himself.
“You, too?” Cain is thankful for the fact that the almost complete darkness stops Abel from taking notice of his blush and how it darkens, or of the half glare he’s giving towards the younger boy, or how - he supposes - Abel is probably looking amused, hazel eyes all light up as if he had just heard an amazing joke.
“I just changed the sheets.” Cain mutters before rolling over his stomach, trying to remember the equations he spent hours studying on while his brother was probably at The Den, drinking, probably fucking. Cain has never been to that club but he knows enough rumors, rumors that sometimes Abel himself tells him while he fucks him.
At least Abel’s fingers press against him gently and if he’s to be grateful of something is that his brother has never hurt him; Cain shifts his legs a bit more open, taking deep breaths. It’s not something new, this, hasn’t been for at least over a year, perhaps a bit more. Cain tries hard not to think of when and how his brother had changed from that sweet boy who used to cry if he saw someone hurt to this one, tries hard not to wonder if it had been his fault, even if he’s the only one who truly saw what Abel had become.
“You’re always so tight,” Abel whispers as his fingers fuck him. Cain feels his hips answer the thrusts and he bites on his pillow to stop from making noise as two fingers become three. “Yeah, like that, you like that, don’t you? Oh, so good, ‘m gonna make you feel so good…”
The friction of the sheets over his cock with Abel’s fingers deep inside makes him gasp, tighten his hold over the sheets to try and keep his self control. Abel leans closer and licks his neck again, and Cain shivers.
“It’s okay,” Abel coos. “If you wanna come… touch yourself. You can, I want to see you if you want, you can…”
But Cain doesn’t. He hears Abel sigh before his brother takes out his fingers, feels him shift between his legs and raise his hips, and then his brother’s cock is nudging against his hole and Cain bites his lip, feeling Abel press inside slowly, carefully.
He echoes the moan Abel gives in his mind, clenching and unclenching his hands from the sheets once Abel is completely inside him, feeling his brother’s hands tight upon his hips.
“Fuck…” Abel moans, withdrawing a bit and then pressing close again. Cain’s eyes go wide when - probably by luck - Abel hits just the right angle and he can’t stop from moaning. “So good, big brother…”
Don’t call me that, Cain wants to ask but he doesn’t; he doesn’t want to be reminded that they’re brothers when they’re doing that, when his own perversion is probably the one that caused this, when he’s probably condemning his younger brother, because he didn’t stop him that first time, and then it was just too late. But even if Abel was to not call him that, it wouldn’t change a thing.
Abel starts thrusting inside, slow and deep, and finally Cain can’t take it anymore and moves one of his hands to his cock, pumping quickly, wanting to come, both for it to be over and because he can’t take it for much longer. When he notices, Abel moans and his thrusts quicken, shifting again. The next time he hits his prostate Cain can’t stop a moan, and his brother thrusts again, and again.
“C’mon, c’mon, Cain, you wanna come, don’t you?” Abel moans, moving a hand over his back. “God, you’re so good… ahh, c’mon, come for me, please, ahh… I want you, want you so much, fuck… ah… please, please, brother…”
Cain hates that is that note of need and love and the ‘brother’ that throws him over, but he has to bite over his pillow as he finally climax, closing his eyes as every single worry leaves his mind and his pleasure takes over.
When he comes around, Abel has come too, his brother still over his back, breathing heavy. He shifts and Abel mutters a sleepy ‘sorry’, slipping off him. Cain waits until Abel stands up to throw the condom to do the same, making the mental note to take the trash out first thing in the morning, and he doesn’t quite say anything when Abel moves back in bed, head over his shoulder as he snuggles close.
Cain rolls his eyes for a moment before he moves the covers over the both of them, letting his younger brother’s breathing to lull him to sleep.
Fandom: Blasphemy!AU
Warnings: PWP, Incest, Dub-Con.
Characters/couples: Abel/Cain.
Summary: Cain just shifts over his bed so that Abel has room to sit down, keeping his eyes focused over the wall as his brother comes inside as quietly as he possibly he can.
Rating: NC17
Notes: First part. Expect the second when I come back.
In The Dark.
It’d be a lie to say he had been sleeping; eyes closed and breathing deep, he had been awake, as always, waiting for his brother to come back home.
Once he hears his brother’s careful steps outside, Cain opens his eyes and takes notice of the hour. Three am. He keeps his eyes over the shiny numbers of his clock as he hears Abel tiptoe down the hall and his breath pauses when Abel stops in front of his room.
“Go on,” he whispers softly, too softly to be even more than a sigh. “Go on, Abel.”
But like most nights, he hears the doorknob creak and he can’t stop the mixed feeling of disappointment and happiness that, despite everything, his younger brother still comes home to him. Cain just shifts over his bed so that Abel has room to sit down, keeping his eyes focused over the wall as his brother comes inside as quietly as he possibly he can, ignoring the twin bed that Cain insists on keeping as he sits over his.
Cain hears clearly the sound of Abel’s jacket and shoes falling down, hears his zipper and the soft curses his brother makes when he has troubles taking his shirt off, and then he feels the covers moving, feels his brother press flush against his back.
Abel’s already half hard as he tucks his knees behind his, hands over his waist and moving to the front of his shorts, lips over the nape of his neck, taking deep breaths, licking, nipping, moaning.
“It’s 3:00 am, Abel.” Cain mutters, feeling his younger brother’s hand move inside his shirt, and tease his nipples with blunt, calloused fingers, Abel’s other hand kept stroking him through his short with wide knowledge of what he wants to; it had been years since Cain has stopped his body from trying to react, and instead he just tries to make his voice stern. “We’ve midterms tomorrow.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Abel mutters, and Cain smells the alcohol in his breath, hopes with all his might it’s just that. “It’s cold…”
But it’s not, not really. Cain bites on his tongue to stop himself from giving a moan; it’s already enough the way his hips are moving against Abel’s hand now that it had moved inside his shorts, how his younger brother was skillfully stroking him, lips moving over his neck.
Don’t leave a mark, Cain wants to ask; he has a girlfriend, after all, even if that doesn’t seem to matter to Abel, even though he knows her or that he claims to like her. Every time Abel wants him, he gets inside his bed, a twisted parody of when they had been children and Abel had been scared because of a thunderstorm and wanted his big brother to protect him.
But he can’t think of that either, can’t bring himself to think of the wide eyed, scared little brother that used to follow him everywhere to this one who he thinks that, sometimes, even if he didn’t allow it, didn’t agree to open his legs for, would still have sex with him, force it upon him; Cain is sure that if he is to think them the same, his heart would break.
“I want you, Cain,” Abel gasps, rubbing against his ass, mouth over his ear, licking the shell. “I want you, I… fuck…”
Cain bites on another gasp too before he reaches a hand towards his draw, ever so thankful that their mother had finally caught on the fact that teenager boys don’t need their mother to clean their rooms as he took out a condom and the lube, pressing them over Abel’s hand, annoyed that he still blushes.
It was easier like that, Cain reasons. It is easier if he agrees, and then, when Abel finally realizes that what they are doing is wrong and he stops, Cain will have stopped his younger brother from raping him. It’s only because of that that he agrees, and it’s easier if he does. Just that.
Abel stops a moment before he moves the sheets away, taking his warm hands and body warmth away as he puts the condom on. Cain shivers a moment, cock missing the stroking and body shivering at the sudden coolness before he takes off his shirt and shorts, pausing a moment to take out another condom and slip it over himself.
“You, too?” Cain is thankful for the fact that the almost complete darkness stops Abel from taking notice of his blush and how it darkens, or of the half glare he’s giving towards the younger boy, or how - he supposes - Abel is probably looking amused, hazel eyes all light up as if he had just heard an amazing joke.
“I just changed the sheets.” Cain mutters before rolling over his stomach, trying to remember the equations he spent hours studying on while his brother was probably at The Den, drinking, probably fucking. Cain has never been to that club but he knows enough rumors, rumors that sometimes Abel himself tells him while he fucks him.
At least Abel’s fingers press against him gently and if he’s to be grateful of something is that his brother has never hurt him; Cain shifts his legs a bit more open, taking deep breaths. It’s not something new, this, hasn’t been for at least over a year, perhaps a bit more. Cain tries hard not to think of when and how his brother had changed from that sweet boy who used to cry if he saw someone hurt to this one, tries hard not to wonder if it had been his fault, even if he’s the only one who truly saw what Abel had become.
“You’re always so tight,” Abel whispers as his fingers fuck him. Cain feels his hips answer the thrusts and he bites on his pillow to stop from making noise as two fingers become three. “Yeah, like that, you like that, don’t you? Oh, so good, ‘m gonna make you feel so good…”
The friction of the sheets over his cock with Abel’s fingers deep inside makes him gasp, tighten his hold over the sheets to try and keep his self control. Abel leans closer and licks his neck again, and Cain shivers.
“It’s okay,” Abel coos. “If you wanna come… touch yourself. You can, I want to see you if you want, you can…”
But Cain doesn’t. He hears Abel sigh before his brother takes out his fingers, feels him shift between his legs and raise his hips, and then his brother’s cock is nudging against his hole and Cain bites his lip, feeling Abel press inside slowly, carefully.
He echoes the moan Abel gives in his mind, clenching and unclenching his hands from the sheets once Abel is completely inside him, feeling his brother’s hands tight upon his hips.
“Fuck…” Abel moans, withdrawing a bit and then pressing close again. Cain’s eyes go wide when - probably by luck - Abel hits just the right angle and he can’t stop from moaning. “So good, big brother…”
Don’t call me that, Cain wants to ask but he doesn’t; he doesn’t want to be reminded that they’re brothers when they’re doing that, when his own perversion is probably the one that caused this, when he’s probably condemning his younger brother, because he didn’t stop him that first time, and then it was just too late. But even if Abel was to not call him that, it wouldn’t change a thing.
Abel starts thrusting inside, slow and deep, and finally Cain can’t take it anymore and moves one of his hands to his cock, pumping quickly, wanting to come, both for it to be over and because he can’t take it for much longer. When he notices, Abel moans and his thrusts quicken, shifting again. The next time he hits his prostate Cain can’t stop a moan, and his brother thrusts again, and again.
“C’mon, c’mon, Cain, you wanna come, don’t you?” Abel moans, moving a hand over his back. “God, you’re so good… ahh, c’mon, come for me, please, ahh… I want you, want you so much, fuck… ah… please, please, brother…”
Cain hates that is that note of need and love and the ‘brother’ that throws him over, but he has to bite over his pillow as he finally climax, closing his eyes as every single worry leaves his mind and his pleasure takes over.
When he comes around, Abel has come too, his brother still over his back, breathing heavy. He shifts and Abel mutters a sleepy ‘sorry’, slipping off him. Cain waits until Abel stands up to throw the condom to do the same, making the mental note to take the trash out first thing in the morning, and he doesn’t quite say anything when Abel moves back in bed, head over his shoulder as he snuggles close.
Cain rolls his eyes for a moment before he moves the covers over the both of them, letting his younger brother’s breathing to lull him to sleep.