"When people die, they cannot be replaced. They leave holes that cannot be filled, for it is the fate — the genetic and neural fate — of every human being to be a unique individual, to find his own path, to live his own life, to die his own death."
it’s almost been a month and a half since KOTFE was released and since I started this blog. and for you guys to stick around, through my nonsense and sin, is remarkable. i’m so happy to be in a loving community who, with people not even knowing of arcann, are willing to give him a chance. that’s more than his father lmfao.
i love you guys so much. either from afar, or you definitely know my love from experience, i hope you all have a wonderful holiday season and may all your dreams come true! keep on keepin’ on! smooches!
Hands press tighter, fiercer, grip upon the other unrelenting in its intensity. It burns && brands, scalding the two of them as he refuses to let go, refuses to admit defeat in the face of someone so arrogant, even if it sends nerves alight with a flame only he beneath him dares to inspire. He knows that this face of upturned lips and hubristic taunts is meant to fuel what he has kept hidden for so long. And, in this, he gives way, a mirror smirk appearing for a mere second before lips shape a growl once more, a rush of having prey now captured && willing suffusing his skin, his bones.
He leans down, moving both shackled wrists to one hold, placing them above Thexan as he descends, a dark laugh leaving his lips as eyes dance,refusing to break blessed contact with the other.
He does not talk, does not dare utter a single breath as free hand now roams across sculpted skin, blessed muscle. Fingers take time to touch && memorise the many scars upon his mirror image, so different in their places yet the same in reason. They are warriors; brothers with a bond no force may break. It speaks to them through pain, through anger && heated words. It’s shared through glances, soft touches, and devouring lips. They are one being, one entity, yet separated in vessels that have been divided for too long. This is their joining, their ultimate && blessed reunion as twin souls reconnect, resonating within the horror they have seen and the dismay they have wielded.
They are weapons, yet they remain dulled within each other’s presence.
Lips trail downwards, marking each scar, each plane of smooth skin, with heat. He bites gently, reverently, as the fire is then fanned, his soul crying out as it tangles to the other’s. There is a throbbing between them, an ache he cannot ignore. It pulls him, consumes him, && he is a thrall to its command.
‘ It would serve as encouragement, yes. ‘
Body continues to move, mouth lowering until he is sure his love, his passion, has made itself known. Yet even then, he does not still. Lips press a final kiss upon hip, hands sliding to hold the very same place. Eyes now look up once more, threat dangling at his lips as words are growled, voice reminiscent to a man starved.
‘ But Iexpect you to keep to yourself. You will hold your hands to their place as is, and you will do nothing to stop what I have planned. Pretty words or not, this encouragement of yours will not end my hunger. ‘
And that is where he starts.
Hands grip tightly, bruises meant to be shown and be given. He doesn’t wait, lowering head until he can taste, teasing touches of lips && tongue as he listens, reveling in what he is freely giving.
And then he fully takes him into his mouth, humming as nails dig into the skin of the other’s hips. This is what he has burned && ached for. This connection, this badge of pride as he becomes not prince, not warrior, but lover.
He has wished for nothing more.
pressure builds, gunpowder heat relit at such COMMANDING desire, demanding &claiming ––– ( his TWIN, ever the conquerer. ) body blooming with bruise & FLUSH, he clenches SILENCE between his teeth, willing nothing past the confines of marked throat.
each touch of poisonous lips on salty skin leaves his breath SHUDDERING, trembling as if he bore the weight of the world ––– hands shake with effort, fighting the urge to TOUCH, bring him closer, drag his own marks across that skin. they are creatures of want here, avaricious & bestial, but he does not disobey. ( not while he can still THINK, not yet lost in sensation & friction &the force that is ARCANN. )
‘ good. ‘
kisses draw closer, &closer still, each inch lost hazing vision & logic. eyes open, catch on the SIGHT of him, & refuse to BLINK –– his brother is perfect like this ; bent towards a single point, HONED &hewn of rough emotion. he RELISHES each stinging brand, tooth & nail welcomed like medals, budding purple splotches to be worn with RAISED chin & shoulders held with regality.
it is not until he feels his brother’s mouth around him that pride is SHATTERED, voice resounding heady & wanton – unabashedly loud, he revels in space closed, finally, head thrown back in pleasure.
‘ ––––––– arcann. ‘
thighs shift, widening, body at the mercy of the one he TRUSTS most. need webs his veins, coursing through his body fast &RAVENOUS.
he is at the EDGE, & he wills it to last, sparse moments of raw feeling altogether too fleeting under devious tongue ; his brother knows his weak spots, & it rids him of all COHERENT thought.
( urgency grows in breathy moans, ‘ MORE ‘ plaintive &longing within the steadily rising pitch. )
Shivers grow across spine, fingers reaching to claw against pale shoulders, They dig, press, beg for the sweet touch of fire against his own frozen skin. They worship the labeled god above him, touch of lips against his throat eliciting prayers any scion would be envious of. It burns, scalds, && gives way to the demons beneath his chest; clawing, scratching, devouring spirits he has fought to keep at bay. Yet here, they are free, his heart no longer shackled and body alive. Eyes close in this testimony of peace && sanctuary, breathing stopping as pulse jumps and hunger grows.
‘ You have always had me, Thexan. ‘
A truth that stings; words cauterise the open wound he knows can only be rectified with the other. This communion, this yielding of purity, will haunt and carry yet caution is avoided, lips forming the other’s name as if in holy && damning invocation.
( and if this is the only affair that forces fear && anger to fade, if this is the only way eyes may clear and head may regain some form of sanity, then so be it. for this is agony; an affliction that may never cease, never truly dissipate even as touch and devotion, dedication, is given without restraint. )
Body moves, twists, as it begins to demand, no longer able to lay idle in the other’s grasp. He is no captive, even in this. Here, he is commanding, force and stature the tools of such joining. He is as he is elsewhere; brash, selfish, ravenous. He is starved as he is in all things; affection, praise, acknowledgment. There is no peace in his want, his greed. And so he climbs atop his other half, takes arms and pins them to sheets too white, too sterile for such a devious act.
Hands push, force unrestrained in the face of his equal. Thexan can handle it, can take what he gives like no other. It forces eyes open in a flash, the beast inside identical hues so different to the ones he now connects with. There, they are a sea; calm && stable. Yet, there is fire nonetheless. Within his own he knows there is a fire unyielding, uncontrollable; the sin of his own downfall. It takes and takes and takes, and never does it have enough. They speak of this foul thing, this force of inhuman qualities. But tonight is not a night for talk, for the shattering truth he chooses to ignore.
Tonight, they will ignore their sacrifices.
‘ And yet, even with my warning, you still take far too long. I think you enjoy my temper. You seem to inspire it often enough. ‘
‘ ––––––––––––––– i know. ‘
soft, barely above a WHISPER ––– truth rings clear as glass.
they BELONG to each other, wholly &unquestionably ; a fatal flaw in such AUSPICIOUS shared ambition.
(& yet, how little GUILT there was in completing one another –– morals cast aside in favour of what closeness could be garnered amongst aching, encompassing MISERY. )
hands clench burning &HEAVY around his wrists like chains ; he bends into the touch, instinctive& desperate, fingers splayed wide &disarrayed against the mattress. ( vise grips even around his HEART ––– beat skipped, although whether out of anticipation or something else entirely, he is unsure. )
he was DROWNING, choking on the way their gazes met –– outward image spoke not for what lay within, & he forgets to breathe, lost in the INTENSITY reflected in those eyes –––––– ; but the way lips part, the way his hands dig into the bedding –– –––– –––– it begged the question ; had he been BLIND to the water rising, or had he instead ignored it in pure & unadulterated naïveté?
( there was nothing chaste nor innocent in the tilt of his hips, throat BARED& vision blurry. )
STEADY, calm, stable. he was his brother’s unfailing COUNTERBALANCE ;yet that tone cast aside all placidity, hitch in the quiet gasp that follows, skin nothing short of FEVERISH.
‘ & if i said i did? ‘
COQUETTISH turn of his mouth, daring him on, inhibition lost within the intoxicating tremor of his voice.
‘ would that serve as further INSPIRATION, brother? ‘
