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As a drop of blood from his cut fell onto the ground, Clive placed his two hands on the door of his apartment and closed his eyes for the umpteenth time. A futile attempt to calm the hungry beast inside him.
Images from their last time came through his mind.
Joshua's slender body laying on the bed, a blood necklace dripping around his neck until forming a blood dress on his entire body. His lips curled in a smile, revealing his fangs. His eyes rolled back, as if he just tasted the heaven.
Fuck.
Clive could feel his fangs hurt the bottom of his lips. He couldn't even stand straight. Couldn't even care about the sounds of his neighbors fucking next door, the snoring of the guard at the entrance of the building, or the TV playing the same old cartoon upstairs. There was just one noise that was loud and clear in his ears. The heartbeat of the person who was in his apartment.
He could smell him from here. Feel him. The one who was always in his thoughts, day and night.
Since when did they started to do that? Since when did he started to look forward to pierce Joshua's skin like a animal? Oh Joshua… His baby brother he had so many times took care of.
He could still remember the first time Joshua had his first thirst for blood when he was 10, the first time the hunger had possessed him. His hunger had been so strong that Clive couldn't leave him alone and had offered him his blood to soothe him. At least until he could get the bags of blood in their freezer. But Joshua had never let him go. Didn't want to. So he hadn't pushed him away. He had let those fangs deep down into his flesh drinking his blood, those little arms squeezing his shoulders… until Joshua's hunger had been satisfied. And even after that, when Joshua had cried to apologize and Clive had kissed every tears, whispering to him he was okay and he did nothing wrong, he knew for some reason it wouldn't be the last time.
And today, everything was different. He was fucking in love with his own brother. He wanted Joshua in every way possible. Tasting him every every way possible.
After taking a deep breath, Clive opened his eyes and ran a hand through his tousled hair.
How long was he standing here? Probably too long. Joshua was probably aware of his presence by now.
He took out his phone from his pocket of his leather jacket and looked at the picture Joshua had sent him hours ago one along with a message. A picture of him naked on his bed, a smile on his beautiful face revealing his fangs.
< Joshua : If I could reborn once more… it will be with you. 11:55pm >
Clive gripped the doorknob and pulled his key inside the keyhole.
When Clive entered in his apartment, the slow heartbeat he would hear since the beginning welcomed him.
After Clive closed the door behind him, the smell, now more stronger than ever, had already made him drooled.
Joshua's blood.
Even if the entire apartment was plunged into darkness, he could clearly see with his vampire vision the trail of small puddle of blood leading in his bathroom. The door was half-opened, letting out a dim light. An invitation he had seen so many times before.
"Joshua?" His voice was hoarse. It was even a surprise that he could still speak with the extreme tightness of his jaw.
Only silence answered to him. Until..
"Clive."
Even if the whisper of Joshua coming out from the bathroom was soft, it got to Clive like a tornado.
His pulse increased, his skin sweatier with each passing seconds. As he thought his self-control was about to snap, he fell on his knees and put both of his hands on the stained flood, panting.
God, what a brother he was. Desiring his own brother like this.
Then he fixed the puddle of blood before his eyes. He slowly bent down, putting all his weight on the floor, and got closer to it. He shivered.
His lips curled slowly in a smile, his fangs now so sharp and long they could pierce anything.
Before realizing it, his tongue was already out, like a thirsty man who just found water in the desert. He could feel the dilation of his pupils, his hunger possessing him little by little.
Just a bit. Just a little taste.
And everything went in slow motion. His drool leaking on the puddle. His nails digging on the floor. His dark hairs strands sticking to his wet skin. His tongue meeting Joshua's blood.
He swallowed.
Memories from his first time drinking Joshua's blood came through his mind. Joshua at 15, laying on his bed, still sick from a previous feeding. Some blood their mother had forced him to drink, probably after guessing Joshua had only drank Clive's in the last past years. After seeing Joshua so long in pain, so pale, he had thought… what if he could take Joshua's sickness away? What if he could make Joshua's suffering less painful by sharing it with him...? He had to try. And he did. Without hesitation, he had pierced Joshua's neck. Pierced it, and pierced it, again and again. All night. And when dawn had came, Joshua's smile was returning his.
His own growl brought him back in the present.
The voice of Joshua echoed once more in the entire hallway.
"That's good. Very good. Keep going dear brother."
Founder. Joshua's presence was consuming him.
Clive started to crawl, staining his clothes and his skin with each progress, and stopped on the next puddle of blood. His tongue was already on the floor, licking everything until there was nothing left.
"Yes Clive. That's it. Taste me. Come to me."
And Clive kept going. Licked. Kept going. Licked. Licked…
He was a man kissing the path of his love.
"Almost there."
And then, he was in front of the bathroom. Shaking, he slowly got back on his knees and opened the door. His heart nearly stopped.
Joshua was smiling in the bathtub, the water in it entirely red, and there were a few lit candles around it. Joshua's cuts had probably healed by now.
"You finally came." Joshua's fangs were out, the dim light of the candles reflecting on them. "Like you always do. Clive…"
As Clive was about to jump on him like the beast he was right now, Joshua stopped him in his action by putting his feet on his right clavicle, splashing water everywhere.
An inaudible gasp came out from Clive's lips. Feeling Joshua's smooth and wet skin was already too much. Mesmerized by the motion of the tiny soap bubbles sliding down Joshua's thigh, he slowly gulped.
"Joshua…"
"Not too fast, sweet brother. Before that, let me clean you. Come." Joshua put his feet back in the water and gestured Clive besides him in the tub.
Before he could say anything, Joshua kissed on his stained forehead.
"Come Clive."
After sharing a longing gaze with Joshua, he quickly undressed and he got into the bath. As he was facing Joshua, he shivered by the proximity with the one he was forbiddenly and deeply in love. His brother.
Joshua smiled to him and stroke his left cheek, an unreadable desire in his eyes.
"Let me remind who you belong to, Clive."
Carefully avoiding his sharp fangs to cut Clive's skin, Joshua put his tongue on his cheek, slowly licking his own blood that was covering it. Clive moaned.
"Joshu—"
"Sshhh… Let me."
With each movement of his tongue on his face, Joshua's skin was touching his, his warmth like a fire completing everything he was. Trying his best to stay still and not piecing the sweetest skin before him, Clive bit his own lips. And besides, his now thick and hard cock was pressing against Joshua.
Guessing by the blushing on Joshua's face, he knew he could feel it too.
A few licking after, having left the mouth untouched to tease him, Joshua pulled away, watching him with a big smile, his face still flushed.
"You are beautiful, Clive."
Joshua gently stroke Clive's lips and took the soap to clean every stained spot on his brother's skin.
Clive found himself be entranced again by every movement of his brother, every feeling he was giving him. The soap in Joshua's hand, sliding it all over his body. The touches. The kisses he would do after each cleaned spot, like a blessing. For Clive, it was almost like a ritual of purification.
But those fangs... The desire in Joshua's gaze. They were the only things that contradicted this whole purity thing.
God, he was so beautiful. Almost divine.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It was too much. Everything was too much. He was about to come.
As if Joshua read his mind, he gave him one last kissing on his chiseled chest, and pulled away once more from him, leaving a cold emptiness and an insatiability so strong, it could snapped Clive's last remaining limits at any moment.
"Do one last thing for me, Clive."
Clive opened his mouth to ask what it was, but from the gesture of Joshua, he already knew what he was about to ask. What he had left on his mouth.
Joshua's gaze was feverish, filled of longing.
"Kiss me."
Clive shivered and felt his eyes grow dark once more. What if… What if he hurt Joshua—
"Don't doubt. Kiss me, Clive."
Clive's last remaining limits finally snapped. He gripped violently Joshua's face and crushed his lips onto his. How much he had dreamed about it since their last time?
Just only of few seconds after, both of them were now a mess of moans, redness and blood, each other's fangs cutting mutually their lips.
Neither of them wanted to let go. Instead, they gripped whatever they could on each other's skin, like it was the only they could catch before the end. Their cocks pressing against each other's, the sexually desire, their possessive dance… Oh god.
"Cli.. Ah!" Joshua panted between their brutal kisses. There was no pain from them. Only pleasure.
No longer satisfied in the bathtub, Clive broke the kiss, grabbed Joshua by his waist and put him on his shoulder.
Clive couldn't think straight. Didn't have the patience to formulate a complete sentence. "Bedroom."
Joshua gasped and let out a short, breathless laugh.
"Always your bedroom."
Lucky them, the bedroom was close.
Directly after entering in the room, Clive put Joshua on the bed, and didn't let him a chance to be cold and let alone.
Clive pinned Joshua harshly on the bed, making Joshua squirmed, and licked everything he could on his little brother's skin.
He couldn't wait any longer. Couldn't waste any more time.
"Ah! Cli…!"
Clive kissed Joshua's bruised lips. Kissed his cheek. Kissed his neck. Kissed his chest. His thighs. Every part of him was his. His.
"Mine. Here. Mine. Here too…"
Almost about to come again, Clive stopped the kisses to try to focus again, but then Joshua pierced his neck. A loud moan escaped Clive's lips.
"Joshu—"
Joshua was like a hungry beast who just found his favorite meal. Digging his nails into his skin, blood leaking from the cuts on each side of his shoulders, Clive clutched his teeth. He was enjoying too much the sensation. After so many years having let Joshua drink his blood, it had became his pleasure. Feeding his brother, sharing with him everything he was.
With his fangs, it was his turn to pierced Joshua's neck, making him moaned against his flesh and squirmed beneath him.
God, Joshua's blood was heaven. Clive rolled his eyes behind, overwhelmed by the taste. By Joshua.
More. More. More.
After several minutes drinking each other's blood, the silence filled by moans and growls, they both let go and exchange a longing gaze once more, licking their own mouth. Teasing each other.
He was too fast. Clive grabbed Joshua by his waist and turned him onto his stomach.
"Cli—Ah!"
Clive pierced the same place on Joshua's neck, but deeper. Joshua screamed of pleasure and spread his legs like a submissive prey.
"Ah….Ah.. yes Clive. AH! More."
By the flames… How could he be still sane?
Joshua's moans were enough to drive any men into madness. If it weren't those lips screaming—praying his name restlessly, he would have forgotten it long time ago.
Clive's head was spinning, overwhelmed by the taste and the scent of what could be his end. He needed more. More.
Clive dug his nails into his Joshua's flesh, almost like he was scared he would escape him, he would disappear… Even if it was the total opposite.
A pleading sound came out from Joshua's mouth.
"C-Clive… Please… More… P-Please."
Joshua…
Clive growled, licked one last time the blood from the bite he just did and with his fangs, pierced the other side of Joshua's neck. Joshua moaned, but this time louder and Clive's entire body shivered.
Founder. Precum was leaking from the tip of his cock by the extreme pleasure. With one of his hand, he touched Joshua's cock to feel the same fluid.
From his touch, Joshua squirmed once again and moaned.
"Cli…ve…"
Joshua was so wet. Wet of his blood, wet of sweat, wet of cum…
Fuck.
As he was climaxing, he continued to drink Joshua's blood, unable to stop himself, the craving still stronger inside him, the desire to make the warm and wet body beneath him his still fundamental.
Joshua gasped when he felt his cum dripping between his thighs. Dripping. And dripping. Gosh, there was still more coming out?
Clive pinned harsher Joshua on the bed, his fangs still deep into his flesh, the squeaking sounds of it each time louder than before. Joshua sobbed and clutched the bedsheets.
"AH C-Clive.. Yes... Yes… Take me… Own me…. Let me feed you…" Joshua's voice was weak.
But before he could realize anything, Joshua freed himself from his grasp, blood and cum splashing onto the bedsheets, and turned towards him like with new strength.
"But before that, let me satisfied myself as well."
Joshua gripped firmly Clive's cock and slowly licked the tip, swallowing the remains of cum. Clive groaned and closed his eyes.
"Fuc— Joshua…"
Then, Joshua came back to his face and licked it with hunger—like an animal, spreading their mixed blood and Clive's cum everywhere, before kissing him harshly.
"God, Joshua….love you…so much. " panted Clive between kisses.
Joshua broke the kiss and looked at him.
"I love you too." He stroked his hairs. "Always. Until my last my breath."
Clive felt a tear rolling down his face. But Joshua kissed it right away.
They both smiled and without any second, they pierced each other's skin once more in their fantasy night.