Small Ficlet
A soft stroke of his fingers against his soft, flushed cheek awoke the younger lad into the dream he was about to unfold before him. His piercing emerald eyes stared half-blindly into his older sibling's, who also shared the same eyecolor. In a silent plea, he leaned forward with his lips pursed slightly. His older brother replied in kind to the blissful plea by touching his lips with his own. A soft purr escaped his throat, his arms slid deliciously around his brother's neck. A deeper blush tinted his cheeks, covered a bit of his red mark.
"Karl." Softly, he whispered, his eyelids fluttered half open.
"Yes, Tommy?" His brother responded while he gingerly placed his hands against his hips.
He didn't reply however, he planted his lips against his older brother's, engulfing them both in an enrapturing kiss, in heavenly bliss. Karl's hand slid on the back of his brother's head, feeling each curly strand with his fingers. Karl's iron-hard facade soon melted into pure velvet in a heartbeat, his harsh, commanding voice nothing more than a kitten's purr. It was like love had turned Karl into a different person, but it was a person lost when trained to be a soldier, an officer, a pilot and a killer. That gentle, caring, loving person returned in this blissful, serene moment and he had his arms firmly around his baby brother in a lover's embrace.
Parting again for just a few seconds, the brothers gazed into each others' green eyes, admiring the beauty from without and from within.
"Tommy, stay with me."
"But, Karl...."
Karl kissed his younger brother again, a little more demanding but he kept it really sweet. Thomas's tongue and Karl's tongue wrestled around for dominance, then pulled away hesitantly.
"Tommy, please... if only for tonight."
"Yes, bruder." Thomas aphonously spoke, allowing his older sibling to sweep him off his feet. Karl smiled as he carried his brother off into the darkness of their officer's quarters.