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Human Artwork
Title: Human Artwork
((Fire Emblem 8: Seima No Kouseki/The Sacred Stones
Author: Genis Irving
Co-Author: Hikari The Pure
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: For those of you that haven't seen this fic in a while, it was taken down because I was underage at the time. Well, I'm not anymore, so it's back (hopefully for good). So let me say right now: I (we) -am- (are) the original author(s) of this story, back finally after a year and a half of absence.
Warnings: Hardcore yaoi! Boy-on-boy loving! And not just kiss-kiss, we’re talking hump-hump here ^^. If you can’t handle it, well, that’s your problem. This fic contains: M/M, Oral, Anal, Incest
Summary: Forde decides he wants to get back into painting human figures. The perfect model comes along - his brother. But when he lets it slip that he wants to paint nudes... things change between them. (FE8: The Sacred Stones)
Spoilers: None... although if you’ve never supported Forde with anybody, you don’t know that he paints a lot. Anyway, nothing serious ^^
Author’s Notes:
I suppose you could call this fic a prequel of sorts to Loverboys. It details how Franz and Forde got together with one another. ^^ This story was inspired by an RP done between me and Hikari The Pure... but that all doesn’t matter. Anyway, he’s just as responsible for this sexy piece of work as I am.
By the way, yes. Franz and Forde are brothers. We both know that. If you flame us, we can and will ignore you for being a stupid enough bastard to not have noticed that _WE ALREADY KNOW THEY’RE BROTHERS AND THAT THIS IS INCEST_.
We’re perfectly okay with that kind of thing =3
~~ Human Artwork ~~
Sitting at the inside of his rather spacious tent, his easel set out and a small magically-powered lantern hanging behind him to light up the canvas, Forde seemed rather bored. He had been hit once again by his urge to paint, and yet it was too dark outside to see anything. Even then, though, Forde realised that he should have been painting outside. Yet he wasn’t.
It was earlier that day that he had suddenly been inspired to break from his tradition and start to paint human forms again. The only one he had ever done was his mother, but now Eirika had asked him to paint the royal portrait for her... and he wasn’t sure if he could manage it. He needed practice. Fast.
*****
Outside, Franz was in need of company. Everybody else was already retreating to their tents. The only ones still up were Ross and Ewan who were chatting away happily, Gerik and Joshua who seemed very interested in each other’s stories, and Ephraim and Innes, who were in the middle of a strange competition involving sticking their hands in the campfire.
Looking around, Franz was surprised to see a light hanging on the inside of his tent. “...Must be Forde,” he reasoned, and walked over to the tent. He shuffled his way inside, surprised to see his older brother with the easel set up inside of the tent. "Forde, what are you painting now?" He asked curiously.
Startled by his brother’s arrival, Forde blushed a bit. “Well, Franz, I wasn’t painting just yet. I have an idea, but...” he trailed off, emptily, waving around the paint-less paintbrush.
Settling down for the night, Franz began to slip out of the top half of his armor, unhitching it and putting it in a corner. Idly, he reached over and secured the flap of the tent, lowering his voice so as not to disturb the others in the army. “Hmm? What is it, brother?” he asked, quietly. “I’m always interested in hearing your ideas.”
However, what Franz said just flew right over Forde’s head. He was too busy hiding his drooling behind the easel from Franz’s sight. The view he got, watching his younger brother taking off his armour, was making him slightly uncomfortable. But in a good way - oh yes, a very good way, that Forde knew would end up in pleasure once Franz went to sleep and he could properly tend to it.
“Brother?”
“Oh, sorry!” Forde quickly responded, flustered. “I was going to say... Lady Eirika’s asked me to do a portrait of her for the royal court.”
“Really?” Franz asked, happily, beginning to work at the buckles to the remaining half of his armor.
“Yes,” Forde said, trying to keep his eyes on Franz’s face, and not his crotch. “But, well... it’s been so long since I’ve done human portraits, that I’m afraid I’ve forgotten how. I need to practice.”
“But you don’t have any subjects. Is that what you’re getting at?” Franz asked, as he slipped out of the last remnants of his armour. He was now standing in front of his brother, dressed in only a simple green tunic and a pair of lighter coloured pants that didn’t hide very much.
“Yes,” Forde answered, nodding, trying desperately to keep his mind on the subject at hand and not at the subject he’d like to have in his hands. “I need to study human form again.”
“Well, if you need a subject,” Franz offered, cutting his brother off suddenly, “I’ll do it.”
Forde paused, mouth gaping, and a very, very wicked plan formed in his head. He was thankful his grin was hidden behind the small easel, and that Franz couldn’t see it.
The younger brother sat down, shifting a bit nervously. “Brother?” It was weird. His brother was acting very weird right now, and that was the only way to put it. There was something different in his eyes. Something that was making his body uncomfortable, making his temperature begin to rise.
Forde almost choked as he responded, trying to avoid stumbling over words but still having to pause. He wanted to avoid sounding very desperate for what he was about to ask, instead going for a ‘shy’ effect. “Well, I was hoping... but you see, that is... in order to really get the hang of human form, you’ve gotta... you have to start by working with a... by painting the nude form to get an idea of how all the muscles and... stuff... works right..."
Franz choked a bit. His brother was asking to pose for him. Naked. Naked, and he was going to be painted that way. And what would happen of the painting after. Suppose somebody saw it? Franz flushed a deep shade of red that matched the pile of his brother’s armor in another corner of the tent.
“Brother?” this time, it was Forde calling the younger.
“...Okay,” Franz nodded, pulling off his shirt and revealing a finely toned chest for somebody as young as him.
Forde watched helplessly at the sight before him, enraptured by the beautiful younger man stripping right in front of his eyes, watching as Franz fiddled with his belt, his eyes awaiting the revelation of the prize. He hadn’t been this turned on since the last time him and Franz had been swimming together at a lake about a year ago, and his brother had decided to go skinny dipping.
That was, as it was, an extremely amusing incident, and one that figured prominently in Forde’s memory. As they both stood there on the dock - Franz naked, Forde still clothed in his full armour, the moon shining down - Forde had tried to grab Franz’s ass on an irrepressible urge, but the rocking of the wood threw them both off and Franz ended up getting knocked into the water.
When the younger brother had finally got out and stood before Franz again, his body was dripping wet, and oddly the younger brother was visibly aroused by something. Forde didn’t know what, but he found himself very glad that A) Franz wasn’t watching him while he was putting his clothing back on and chatting away mindlessly, and B) that he was already wearing armour - it helped to hide his own growing member.
That image, however, had been etched permanently into Franz’ mind, and was driving him crazy with a lust so strong he hadn’t known it could exist. He had jacked off many times to that memory. In his sleep, the memories would be warped into dreams in which things would end up going much, much different. In which Forde would give into his lust and molest his brother, right there and right then...
Franz stepped out of his breeches and sat cross-legged infront of the easel and tried his best to cover himself up. He could feel his blood rushing southwards. Something about having someone watching turned Franz on greatly. He didn’t know why it was that he felt quite this way, but he had felt that way before about his brother seeing him naked.
Forde shook his head, still hiding most of his face behind the easel. "Franz... you know, it's kind of important to understand... anatomy... so... would you move your hands...?" he asked, squirming around, trying to act nervous. Gods, he wanted to see his brother, even just once more.
Franz blushed as he removed his hands and put them on his lap. "Just tell me what to do," he said nervously. It was quite obvious what state he was in, but he didn’t mind... did he?
The sight was absolutely breathtaking for Forde. His younger brother was naked, sitting there, erect, asking him what he should do. Thoughts were already emerging in his head. Franz, sitting there, begging him to let the boy jack off in front of his brother so he didn’t have to be so hard. Begging Forde to help Franz with his problem. Begging Forde to teach him...
And to those thoughts, desperate to get even closer to his goal, Forde shook his head in disapproval at Franz’ positioning. "Lie back, why don't you? You can move onto the sleeping bag behind you if you want, to get more comfortable. Spread your arms over your head and spread your legs a bit..."
Franz did as his brother asked as he crawled towards the sleeping bag behind him where he splayed his legs apart and moved his arms so they were over his head. In this position, his hardened length was sticking straight up like a pole. Franz felt like blushing now he was totally vulnerable to Forde's eyes. Strangely, he didn't mind that much deep down inside.
Forde found his body moving against his will, as he rose up from behind the easel, the blush fairly obvious on his face, and his hard-on fairly obvious in his pants, as he approached his brother. "No... hmm... let's see here..." he kneeled down over Franz' naked body, reaching up to start manoeuvring the boy's arms, letting his hands sweep across them. Franz couldn't help but feel nervous. As Forde knelt over him and positioned his arms, the touch sent shivers down his spine which actually caused him to shudder slightly.
Forde finished with Franz's arms, leaving them laid out openly above the boy. He slowly slid his body farther down, hands running along his brother's face as he tilted it a bit to the side, then his hands slowly slipped down to the boy's chest, along with Forde's head. The younger brother could feel the older's breath against his chest, he was so close. Franz moaned on instinct, "Uhh, Forde!" He couldn't help it as his thoughts turned towards his brother doing "other" kinds of things that he'd normally not even think of doing.
Forde didn't really noticed Franz' moan of his name as he slid a bit farther down, hands tracing over the boy until they eventually came to a rather sudden stop at his hips, on either side of the younger's hard-on. Forde's head stopped it's progress as well, stopping just over the boy's member, his breath tickling the tip. "Franz..."
Franz could feel his brother's warm breath ghost across his member and a piece of rational information permeated into his mind, "Forde, you don't want to just paint me, do you?"
Forde shook his head. "...No, brother... I want more... much more..." he breathed out, ducking his head down, and without waiting for permission he opened up his mouth and took in the head of his brother's member, keeping his hips pinned down.
And for a moment, things seemed surreal. Forde expected that he’d wake up any moment. Franz, however, almost swooned from being enveloped by his brother's mouth. He didn't expect it, and something in his mind shrieked that this was wrong. It wasn't right for brothers or even two men to do this; but another part was wanting more. He tried to buck into his brother's mouth, but couldn't because his legs were pinned down, "Brother, please?" He managed to gasp out.
Forde didn't let up an inch as he lowered his head down even more, slowly taking more and more of his brother in, in accordance with the younger's pleas, a delicious sound to his ears. Gods, his brother tasted just as good as he often imagined. Franz wondered if the other’s cum tasted just as good, too.
Franz slipped his hands into his brother's hair and tugged on it lightly. Now that he thought of it, Forde always DID watch over him but only just noticed that those looks weren't just brotherly love. Could it be?
Forde continued to lower his head down, surprised that his brother wasn't protesting. He was too lustful at the moment to care about details, though, and took more of the cock into his mouth. He began to slowly suck on it, his tongue teasing the sensitive organ. Franz gasped in pleasure. He was surprised again by Forde and asked in a higher pitched voice, "Uhh, where did you learn to do this?". Forde's shoulders made a visible shrug as he continued to pleasure his brother, beginning to bob his head up and down, while one of his hands began to work at undoing his own belt.
Franz noticed that Forde was undoing his belt and watched through half-lidded eyes. And gasped at the moving sensation of Forde's mouth on his length and felt an odd feeling in his stomach. As Forde finally managed to get most of his pants off, he had to squirm around a little bit, causing Franz' erection to move around in his mouth. The boy’s sex rubbed over all of the warm interior. Sensing his brother wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, the elder of the two intensified his suction.
Franz moaned out his appreciation, the pressure building even higher. "Ah! I'm going to...!" Before he could finish that sentence, he came into his brother's mouth. Franz eyes rolled back for a moment as he rode the crest of his climax and laid there for a while, spent. Forde licked away the offering given to him by his brother, sucking it all down with a curious amount of expertise that no first-timer would have. Yet, even as he pulled away, watching Franz coming down from his sexual high, he slipped out of his shirt, leaving him totally naked, and was reaching down for Franz' entrance.
Franz opened an eye as he felt Forde touch him again. Blushing, he noticed his brother; fully naked. Gaping, he couldn't help but oggle at Forde's body. Though Forde was lazy, he was very fit and perfected in form. And the member hanging from between his legs was... "What are you going to do now?" He asked nervously. He had an idea of what was to come, but wanted to confirm his notion.
Forde smiled a bit. "Just trust me, little brother. I'll be gentle," he smiled, pressing one digit inside of the young teen's body. From how hard his member looked to be, it seemed as if even if Franz asked him to stop now, he might very well not. Yet that wasn’t to be a problem. Franz trusted his brother, so he nodded. He flinched as one of Forde's fingers penetrated him, but the youth didn't move. His notion had been confirmed as he watched Forde's cock knowing where it would be soon.
Forde groaned as he slipped another finger, then another, into his brother's passage. His preparations were cut rather short as he finally pulled his digits away, lifting his brother's legs and positioning himself for entry. Franz moaned as he felt how close Forde was to taking him, "Yessss, take me Forde!" He hissed, his need already flaring wildly.
Forde moaned at hearing his brother calling out his name so desperately, and without even thinking gave a sudden thrust into his brother's body. Almost immediately after he gave a quick string of apologies, hoping he didn't hurt his younger lover too much doing that
Franz actually squeaked as he wasn't ready but heard Forde apologise, "That's alright, just get going already, I'm going to be alright,” he assured the older of the two.
Hearing his brother's encouragement again, Forde began to rock in and out of his brother, going slowly at first so the younger could get used to the feeling. His hands slid along the other's body, one eventually settling on his groin and grabbing the reawakened member there.
Franz gasped at the sensation of being filled; especially since it was his brother. He pulled Forde closer and felt his cock trapped in his brother's grip and rubbing between their bodies.
Forde slowly picked up his pace, pressing his body against that of his brother, licking at his neck happily and jacking his brother a bit faster. "Franz... tight... you're so tight..." he breathed out.
Franz was turned on even more by his brothers words and leaned over kissing Forde on the lips. He moved in time with Forde's thrusts and tried his best to keep up. His hips bucked up and down in time with the thrusts and pulls. A near scream escaped the boy’s throat as his brother finally hit his pleasure spot. The scream was, however, silenced as Forde clamped his mouth down on the other’s lips.
This was, by far, the best sex Forde had in a long time, probably because there was actually love involved this time. Each thrust into his brother was building up a pace that would soon overwhelm him.
Franz gasped in pleasure as he rhythm sped up. He heard that he could use his butt muscles to make himself tighter and tried it. Gazing into Forde's emerald green eyes, he could see more than just lust but also... Love? Once again, he kissed the red knight on the lips but this time, passionately.
Forde returned the passionate kiss, speeding up even during the liplock. The feeling of Franz around him was getting unbearable, but he was determined to hold out until his brother was sated. Probably the only thing keeping the two's shouts of passion quiet from the rest of the camp was their deep kiss.
Franz felt the now familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach and tried to push as much of Forde's cock into himself as he possibly could, his hips bucking more wildly now. "Uh! I'm going to come soon!" Forde grinned at this, kissing Franz once more to keep the two of them quiet, as he thrusted once hard, striking Franz' prostate forcefully, and climaxing suddenly, reaching his limit. Franz moaned into Forde's mouth as he felt his brother's seed fill him taking him over the edge. He came spurting come between their chests and causing a big mess.
Forde barely managed to keep himself from falling onto his little brother as the exhaustion hit, landing beside him, still looking at him. A smile spread over his face as he lightly stroked the other's cheek. "Franz... I never quite told you... that I'm in love with you... did I...?"
Franz nuzzled against Forde's hand and said, "You didn't need to tell me, I could see how you felt in your eyes." The young paladin was exhausted from their activities and curled up against his brother.
Forde smiled, wrapping his arms around his little brother, stretching one over to grab the other sleeping bag and stretch it out over the two as a sort of blanket. He was tempted to say something to Franz, but he couldn't think of what, and besides, the younger was probably asleep already. Franz, though, was still awake and knew that he was being covered up. "You've always been my role model." He whispered quietly before he snuggled up against Forde's chest and fell asleep.
Forde smiled, happy at Franz' comment, and held the boy against his chest, smiling as the younger fell asleep, and following with sleep himself shortly after.
~Fin. Please leave a review, ‘kay? If you do, maybe I’ll write one of those dreams Forde mentioned having...~
((Fire Emblem 8: Seima No Kouseki/The Sacred Stones
Author: Genis Irving
Co-Author: Hikari The Pure
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: For those of you that haven't seen this fic in a while, it was taken down because I was underage at the time. Well, I'm not anymore, so it's back (hopefully for good). So let me say right now: I (we) -am- (are) the original author(s) of this story, back finally after a year and a half of absence.
Warnings: Hardcore yaoi! Boy-on-boy loving! And not just kiss-kiss, we’re talking hump-hump here ^^. If you can’t handle it, well, that’s your problem. This fic contains: M/M, Oral, Anal, Incest
Summary: Forde decides he wants to get back into painting human figures. The perfect model comes along - his brother. But when he lets it slip that he wants to paint nudes... things change between them. (FE8: The Sacred Stones)
Spoilers: None... although if you’ve never supported Forde with anybody, you don’t know that he paints a lot. Anyway, nothing serious ^^
Author’s Notes:
I suppose you could call this fic a prequel of sorts to Loverboys. It details how Franz and Forde got together with one another. ^^ This story was inspired by an RP done between me and Hikari The Pure... but that all doesn’t matter. Anyway, he’s just as responsible for this sexy piece of work as I am.
By the way, yes. Franz and Forde are brothers. We both know that. If you flame us, we can and will ignore you for being a stupid enough bastard to not have noticed that _WE ALREADY KNOW THEY’RE BROTHERS AND THAT THIS IS INCEST_.
We’re perfectly okay with that kind of thing =3
~~ Human Artwork ~~
Sitting at the inside of his rather spacious tent, his easel set out and a small magically-powered lantern hanging behind him to light up the canvas, Forde seemed rather bored. He had been hit once again by his urge to paint, and yet it was too dark outside to see anything. Even then, though, Forde realised that he should have been painting outside. Yet he wasn’t.
It was earlier that day that he had suddenly been inspired to break from his tradition and start to paint human forms again. The only one he had ever done was his mother, but now Eirika had asked him to paint the royal portrait for her... and he wasn’t sure if he could manage it. He needed practice. Fast.
*****
Outside, Franz was in need of company. Everybody else was already retreating to their tents. The only ones still up were Ross and Ewan who were chatting away happily, Gerik and Joshua who seemed very interested in each other’s stories, and Ephraim and Innes, who were in the middle of a strange competition involving sticking their hands in the campfire.
Looking around, Franz was surprised to see a light hanging on the inside of his tent. “...Must be Forde,” he reasoned, and walked over to the tent. He shuffled his way inside, surprised to see his older brother with the easel set up inside of the tent. "Forde, what are you painting now?" He asked curiously.
Startled by his brother’s arrival, Forde blushed a bit. “Well, Franz, I wasn’t painting just yet. I have an idea, but...” he trailed off, emptily, waving around the paint-less paintbrush.
Settling down for the night, Franz began to slip out of the top half of his armor, unhitching it and putting it in a corner. Idly, he reached over and secured the flap of the tent, lowering his voice so as not to disturb the others in the army. “Hmm? What is it, brother?” he asked, quietly. “I’m always interested in hearing your ideas.”
However, what Franz said just flew right over Forde’s head. He was too busy hiding his drooling behind the easel from Franz’s sight. The view he got, watching his younger brother taking off his armour, was making him slightly uncomfortable. But in a good way - oh yes, a very good way, that Forde knew would end up in pleasure once Franz went to sleep and he could properly tend to it.
“Brother?”
“Oh, sorry!” Forde quickly responded, flustered. “I was going to say... Lady Eirika’s asked me to do a portrait of her for the royal court.”
“Really?” Franz asked, happily, beginning to work at the buckles to the remaining half of his armor.
“Yes,” Forde said, trying to keep his eyes on Franz’s face, and not his crotch. “But, well... it’s been so long since I’ve done human portraits, that I’m afraid I’ve forgotten how. I need to practice.”
“But you don’t have any subjects. Is that what you’re getting at?” Franz asked, as he slipped out of the last remnants of his armour. He was now standing in front of his brother, dressed in only a simple green tunic and a pair of lighter coloured pants that didn’t hide very much.
“Yes,” Forde answered, nodding, trying desperately to keep his mind on the subject at hand and not at the subject he’d like to have in his hands. “I need to study human form again.”
“Well, if you need a subject,” Franz offered, cutting his brother off suddenly, “I’ll do it.”
Forde paused, mouth gaping, and a very, very wicked plan formed in his head. He was thankful his grin was hidden behind the small easel, and that Franz couldn’t see it.
The younger brother sat down, shifting a bit nervously. “Brother?” It was weird. His brother was acting very weird right now, and that was the only way to put it. There was something different in his eyes. Something that was making his body uncomfortable, making his temperature begin to rise.
Forde almost choked as he responded, trying to avoid stumbling over words but still having to pause. He wanted to avoid sounding very desperate for what he was about to ask, instead going for a ‘shy’ effect. “Well, I was hoping... but you see, that is... in order to really get the hang of human form, you’ve gotta... you have to start by working with a... by painting the nude form to get an idea of how all the muscles and... stuff... works right..."
Franz choked a bit. His brother was asking to pose for him. Naked. Naked, and he was going to be painted that way. And what would happen of the painting after. Suppose somebody saw it? Franz flushed a deep shade of red that matched the pile of his brother’s armor in another corner of the tent.
“Brother?” this time, it was Forde calling the younger.
“...Okay,” Franz nodded, pulling off his shirt and revealing a finely toned chest for somebody as young as him.
Forde watched helplessly at the sight before him, enraptured by the beautiful younger man stripping right in front of his eyes, watching as Franz fiddled with his belt, his eyes awaiting the revelation of the prize. He hadn’t been this turned on since the last time him and Franz had been swimming together at a lake about a year ago, and his brother had decided to go skinny dipping.
That was, as it was, an extremely amusing incident, and one that figured prominently in Forde’s memory. As they both stood there on the dock - Franz naked, Forde still clothed in his full armour, the moon shining down - Forde had tried to grab Franz’s ass on an irrepressible urge, but the rocking of the wood threw them both off and Franz ended up getting knocked into the water.
When the younger brother had finally got out and stood before Franz again, his body was dripping wet, and oddly the younger brother was visibly aroused by something. Forde didn’t know what, but he found himself very glad that A) Franz wasn’t watching him while he was putting his clothing back on and chatting away mindlessly, and B) that he was already wearing armour - it helped to hide his own growing member.
That image, however, had been etched permanently into Franz’ mind, and was driving him crazy with a lust so strong he hadn’t known it could exist. He had jacked off many times to that memory. In his sleep, the memories would be warped into dreams in which things would end up going much, much different. In which Forde would give into his lust and molest his brother, right there and right then...
Franz stepped out of his breeches and sat cross-legged infront of the easel and tried his best to cover himself up. He could feel his blood rushing southwards. Something about having someone watching turned Franz on greatly. He didn’t know why it was that he felt quite this way, but he had felt that way before about his brother seeing him naked.
Forde shook his head, still hiding most of his face behind the easel. "Franz... you know, it's kind of important to understand... anatomy... so... would you move your hands...?" he asked, squirming around, trying to act nervous. Gods, he wanted to see his brother, even just once more.
Franz blushed as he removed his hands and put them on his lap. "Just tell me what to do," he said nervously. It was quite obvious what state he was in, but he didn’t mind... did he?
The sight was absolutely breathtaking for Forde. His younger brother was naked, sitting there, erect, asking him what he should do. Thoughts were already emerging in his head. Franz, sitting there, begging him to let the boy jack off in front of his brother so he didn’t have to be so hard. Begging Forde to help Franz with his problem. Begging Forde to teach him...
And to those thoughts, desperate to get even closer to his goal, Forde shook his head in disapproval at Franz’ positioning. "Lie back, why don't you? You can move onto the sleeping bag behind you if you want, to get more comfortable. Spread your arms over your head and spread your legs a bit..."
Franz did as his brother asked as he crawled towards the sleeping bag behind him where he splayed his legs apart and moved his arms so they were over his head. In this position, his hardened length was sticking straight up like a pole. Franz felt like blushing now he was totally vulnerable to Forde's eyes. Strangely, he didn't mind that much deep down inside.
Forde found his body moving against his will, as he rose up from behind the easel, the blush fairly obvious on his face, and his hard-on fairly obvious in his pants, as he approached his brother. "No... hmm... let's see here..." he kneeled down over Franz' naked body, reaching up to start manoeuvring the boy's arms, letting his hands sweep across them. Franz couldn't help but feel nervous. As Forde knelt over him and positioned his arms, the touch sent shivers down his spine which actually caused him to shudder slightly.
Forde finished with Franz's arms, leaving them laid out openly above the boy. He slowly slid his body farther down, hands running along his brother's face as he tilted it a bit to the side, then his hands slowly slipped down to the boy's chest, along with Forde's head. The younger brother could feel the older's breath against his chest, he was so close. Franz moaned on instinct, "Uhh, Forde!" He couldn't help it as his thoughts turned towards his brother doing "other" kinds of things that he'd normally not even think of doing.
Forde didn't really noticed Franz' moan of his name as he slid a bit farther down, hands tracing over the boy until they eventually came to a rather sudden stop at his hips, on either side of the younger's hard-on. Forde's head stopped it's progress as well, stopping just over the boy's member, his breath tickling the tip. "Franz..."
Franz could feel his brother's warm breath ghost across his member and a piece of rational information permeated into his mind, "Forde, you don't want to just paint me, do you?"
Forde shook his head. "...No, brother... I want more... much more..." he breathed out, ducking his head down, and without waiting for permission he opened up his mouth and took in the head of his brother's member, keeping his hips pinned down.
And for a moment, things seemed surreal. Forde expected that he’d wake up any moment. Franz, however, almost swooned from being enveloped by his brother's mouth. He didn't expect it, and something in his mind shrieked that this was wrong. It wasn't right for brothers or even two men to do this; but another part was wanting more. He tried to buck into his brother's mouth, but couldn't because his legs were pinned down, "Brother, please?" He managed to gasp out.
Forde didn't let up an inch as he lowered his head down even more, slowly taking more and more of his brother in, in accordance with the younger's pleas, a delicious sound to his ears. Gods, his brother tasted just as good as he often imagined. Franz wondered if the other’s cum tasted just as good, too.
Franz slipped his hands into his brother's hair and tugged on it lightly. Now that he thought of it, Forde always DID watch over him but only just noticed that those looks weren't just brotherly love. Could it be?
Forde continued to lower his head down, surprised that his brother wasn't protesting. He was too lustful at the moment to care about details, though, and took more of the cock into his mouth. He began to slowly suck on it, his tongue teasing the sensitive organ. Franz gasped in pleasure. He was surprised again by Forde and asked in a higher pitched voice, "Uhh, where did you learn to do this?". Forde's shoulders made a visible shrug as he continued to pleasure his brother, beginning to bob his head up and down, while one of his hands began to work at undoing his own belt.
Franz noticed that Forde was undoing his belt and watched through half-lidded eyes. And gasped at the moving sensation of Forde's mouth on his length and felt an odd feeling in his stomach. As Forde finally managed to get most of his pants off, he had to squirm around a little bit, causing Franz' erection to move around in his mouth. The boy’s sex rubbed over all of the warm interior. Sensing his brother wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, the elder of the two intensified his suction.
Franz moaned out his appreciation, the pressure building even higher. "Ah! I'm going to...!" Before he could finish that sentence, he came into his brother's mouth. Franz eyes rolled back for a moment as he rode the crest of his climax and laid there for a while, spent. Forde licked away the offering given to him by his brother, sucking it all down with a curious amount of expertise that no first-timer would have. Yet, even as he pulled away, watching Franz coming down from his sexual high, he slipped out of his shirt, leaving him totally naked, and was reaching down for Franz' entrance.
Franz opened an eye as he felt Forde touch him again. Blushing, he noticed his brother; fully naked. Gaping, he couldn't help but oggle at Forde's body. Though Forde was lazy, he was very fit and perfected in form. And the member hanging from between his legs was... "What are you going to do now?" He asked nervously. He had an idea of what was to come, but wanted to confirm his notion.
Forde smiled a bit. "Just trust me, little brother. I'll be gentle," he smiled, pressing one digit inside of the young teen's body. From how hard his member looked to be, it seemed as if even if Franz asked him to stop now, he might very well not. Yet that wasn’t to be a problem. Franz trusted his brother, so he nodded. He flinched as one of Forde's fingers penetrated him, but the youth didn't move. His notion had been confirmed as he watched Forde's cock knowing where it would be soon.
Forde groaned as he slipped another finger, then another, into his brother's passage. His preparations were cut rather short as he finally pulled his digits away, lifting his brother's legs and positioning himself for entry. Franz moaned as he felt how close Forde was to taking him, "Yessss, take me Forde!" He hissed, his need already flaring wildly.
Forde moaned at hearing his brother calling out his name so desperately, and without even thinking gave a sudden thrust into his brother's body. Almost immediately after he gave a quick string of apologies, hoping he didn't hurt his younger lover too much doing that
Franz actually squeaked as he wasn't ready but heard Forde apologise, "That's alright, just get going already, I'm going to be alright,” he assured the older of the two.
Hearing his brother's encouragement again, Forde began to rock in and out of his brother, going slowly at first so the younger could get used to the feeling. His hands slid along the other's body, one eventually settling on his groin and grabbing the reawakened member there.
Franz gasped at the sensation of being filled; especially since it was his brother. He pulled Forde closer and felt his cock trapped in his brother's grip and rubbing between their bodies.
Forde slowly picked up his pace, pressing his body against that of his brother, licking at his neck happily and jacking his brother a bit faster. "Franz... tight... you're so tight..." he breathed out.
Franz was turned on even more by his brothers words and leaned over kissing Forde on the lips. He moved in time with Forde's thrusts and tried his best to keep up. His hips bucked up and down in time with the thrusts and pulls. A near scream escaped the boy’s throat as his brother finally hit his pleasure spot. The scream was, however, silenced as Forde clamped his mouth down on the other’s lips.
This was, by far, the best sex Forde had in a long time, probably because there was actually love involved this time. Each thrust into his brother was building up a pace that would soon overwhelm him.
Franz gasped in pleasure as he rhythm sped up. He heard that he could use his butt muscles to make himself tighter and tried it. Gazing into Forde's emerald green eyes, he could see more than just lust but also... Love? Once again, he kissed the red knight on the lips but this time, passionately.
Forde returned the passionate kiss, speeding up even during the liplock. The feeling of Franz around him was getting unbearable, but he was determined to hold out until his brother was sated. Probably the only thing keeping the two's shouts of passion quiet from the rest of the camp was their deep kiss.
Franz felt the now familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach and tried to push as much of Forde's cock into himself as he possibly could, his hips bucking more wildly now. "Uh! I'm going to come soon!" Forde grinned at this, kissing Franz once more to keep the two of them quiet, as he thrusted once hard, striking Franz' prostate forcefully, and climaxing suddenly, reaching his limit. Franz moaned into Forde's mouth as he felt his brother's seed fill him taking him over the edge. He came spurting come between their chests and causing a big mess.
Forde barely managed to keep himself from falling onto his little brother as the exhaustion hit, landing beside him, still looking at him. A smile spread over his face as he lightly stroked the other's cheek. "Franz... I never quite told you... that I'm in love with you... did I...?"
Franz nuzzled against Forde's hand and said, "You didn't need to tell me, I could see how you felt in your eyes." The young paladin was exhausted from their activities and curled up against his brother.
Forde smiled, wrapping his arms around his little brother, stretching one over to grab the other sleeping bag and stretch it out over the two as a sort of blanket. He was tempted to say something to Franz, but he couldn't think of what, and besides, the younger was probably asleep already. Franz, though, was still awake and knew that he was being covered up. "You've always been my role model." He whispered quietly before he snuggled up against Forde's chest and fell asleep.
Forde smiled, happy at Franz' comment, and held the boy against his chest, smiling as the younger fell asleep, and following with sleep himself shortly after.
~Fin. Please leave a review, ‘kay? If you do, maybe I’ll write one of those dreams Forde mentioned having...~