Italian Afternoons
Title: Italian Afternoons
Author: Narkkasu
Rating: R- NC-17
Fandom: original
Wordcount: 934
Warnings: incest, vampires, foursome, blood
The ocean was a nice background noise, the crash of waves and the cry of the gulls trying to lull Shane to sleep. He fought it, feeling the need to stay awake. The sun was high overhead, heating his dark, naked skin, almost unpleasant in its warmth.
He had recently bought this villa for his toy, the property overlooking a large private beach. He loved lying out nude to sunbathe, dozing off to the scent of the ocean and his toy. His favorite thing was waking up to his toy on top of him, pleasuring him. That man had a wicked mouth.
His brother would have loved it here too, but there was still time for him to appear. The Sahara couldn’t hold his attention for too much longer, vampires were notoriously bad at staying in one place. He could still feel his brother in his mind, very faint but present. He could feel his amusement, but he couldn’t tell what it was about.
Shane could hear his toy stirring in the house, the small noises coming from the bedroom loud to his ears. He focused on it, waiting impatiently for his toy to join him; it had been a lonely afternoon, but Shane had deserved it for wearing his toy out. Humming softly, he listened until the sounds of a shower began. Disappointing, but it did leave him time for a nap. Settling down, he let the sounds of the sea lull him to sleep.
Shane was pulled out of sleep by a tongue lapping over his skin, warm and slick, followed by sharp teeth. Not his toy at all. He jerked and landed in the lap of a vampire; familiar, this one, with smoky gray eyes and deep brown hair. Eyes just like…
“Clint.” His brother was here. Shane hadn’t seen him for thirty years, after Clint had run off to find a new toy. Shane had known he would come back eventually, but it was still a shock to see him.
Clint’s amusement ghosted through his mind, sharper than he had felt in a long time. It had been so long since he was this close. The bond they shared was deeper than brothers, deeper than lovers: they had shared their blood with each other, binding their minds together.
Shane stretched up, lazily brushing his lips over his brother’s shoulder, listening to see where his toy was. It seemed he was in the kitchen, speaking to another; his brother’s toy. This could be fun. He sent his idea to Clint, receiving a sharp nip to the back of his neck as response: yes. They would have a wonderful time celebrating Clint’s return.
They were in the kitchen, Shane’s toy leaning up against the counter with only a towel slung around his hips, his swimmers body was toned and tan, hair golden and eyes evergreen.
Clint’s toy was the opposite; his skin was cinnamon, his eyes a dark brown. He was thinner then Shane liked, but his hair fell down to his waist, thick and black. It was one of the most beautiful things Shane had seen.
“Jerry.” He greeted his toy quietly with a kiss, unwinding the towel from his hips. The kiss was enthusiastically returned and Shane smiled into it. “Sleep well?”
Jerry nodded, but Shane was listening to his brother.
“Syed.” He greeted his toy the same way, and Shane enjoyed watching. His toy did too, it seemed.
“My brother and I are quite fond of sharing, little toy. I hope you can handle it.” Jerry simply shuddered, his eyes bright with lust. Shane grinned. “Good.”
The bedroom was warm, the sun spilling in through the windows, heating the air. Shane tugged Syed close to him, leaning up to taste his mouth. He was a skilled kisser, and Shane smirked as he pulled away and pushed him to his knees. He could see his brother do the same to Jerry out of the corner of his eye; then his thoughts skittered away as Syed went to work. When his brother’s pleasure filtered into his mind a moment later his knees almost gave out. It has been too long since they had done this.
They pushed the toys away at the same time, leaning over to kiss each other slowly. On the ground in front of them, their toys did the same.
Making it into the bed was out of the question, Clint crawled over to Syed and pounced on him, teeth grazing his throat as he slipped two fingers inside, stretching him quickly. Shane watched them as Jerry rode Shane’s fingers, still quite stretched from the morning. When he was ready Shane shoved him onto his back next to Syed and pushed inside in one motion, Clint mirroring his movements. The toys didn’t last long with the pace they set, Syed finishing first, Jerry moments later. Shane then jumped his brother, more than happy to let the toys cuddle together to bask in the afterglow.
A bit of magic was all it took to get Clint ready and then Shane was inside him, keeping the pace slow as they opened their minds, feeling everything the other was. Shane picked up the pace when he got used to the sensations, out of practice with it. His teeth broke skin on Clint’s shoulder, hot blood spilling into his mouth as the world narrowed to just them.
They came together, Clint’s shout loud while Shane’s was muffled, and then their pets crawled onto them, shamelessly cuddling. Shane dozed off to the sounds of the ocean, his brother’s purrs and their toys breathing.