Bday Smut for Muse
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Adult +
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Bday Smut for Muse
Muse wanted Darc/Kharg smut so she gets Darc/Kharg smut... and since I don't want to create a plotline where canon!Kharg and !Darc get together cause it would take forever to get to the smut, she gets a PWP ^^. Happy 19th Birthday Muse.
What really should've happened during (Possibly after) the closet scene in my Pointless Drabble Fic. Also done somewhat in the style of a roleplay between Muse and I (can be found on my LJ and possibly on AFF.N)
There's also another roleplay on GaiaOnline, but that is, sadly, smut free. Link is available to anyone who wants it.
I am very well aware that this is completely out of character. However, other fandoms have impossibly AU Fics, so why not AtL?
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"Uh...Darc?" Kharg asked, shifting nervously as he glanced around the small space. Darc smirked, crimson eyes glinting mischievously.
"Yes Kharg?" He asked, twitching his fingers and watching the blonde bite back a moan. The half-deimos shuddered, biting his lip.
"Why is your hand down my pants?" Kharg sighed, hand gripping Darc's wrist, preventing him from moving. He didn't know whether he wanted to push it away or pull it closer... All he knew was that it felt oh so very good. Darc's smirk grew wider.
"Where else would I put it?" He asked, nibbling and sucking on Kharg's pointed ear. Kharg squeaked.
"I don't know..." He said, flushing a bright red as Darc's fingers twitched again, brushing against the front of his briefs. "How about anywhere but down my pants..." Kharg snapped, turning his face away. He wasn't really angry... He just didn't want to get caught in a closet with his brother with said brother's hand down the front of his shorts. Darc tilted his head and grinned.
He removed his hand from Kharg's shorts, smirk growing wider at Kharg's whimper and traced the hem of the blonde's shirt before sliding up under it and toying with one of Kharg's nipples. Kharg choked, face going almost completely red.
"Better?" Darc asked, smirk still firmly in place as his Deimos hand pulled the blue-clad prince closer, aligning his chest with his brother's back. Kharg shivered, unconsciously leaning back as the darker twin caressed his chest.
"No..." he said petulantly, lip sticking out in a pout. "Now your hand is in my shirt." Darc laughed, the sound reverating through his chest. He kissed the back of Kharg's neck.
"It's always something with you, isn't it brother?" He said, slightly amused by this. He grinned, licking a wide swath up Kharg's neck, delighting in the fact that it made Kharg moan. "Now if you would please, shut up and let me seduce you properly."
Kharg's lips quirked up and he snorted. "Why? It's so much more fun more me when you're good and frustrated..." He laughed then moaned as Darc's hand pinched his nipple while the other massaged the bulge in his pants. Darc growled, nipping harshly at Kharg's neck and then laving the bite marks.
"How do you get this off..." Darc demanded, tugging at Kharg's belt with his Deimos hand. He was glad his brother had foregone the large, heavy looking belt he normally wore, but was unsure about the smaller, much more complex belt he wore in it's place. Kharg laughed breathlessly, hands batting away Darc's and unbuckling it, letting it drop to the floor with a thump.
Darc smirked, human hand still caressing Kharg's chest as he attempted to take off Kharg's pants and was thwarted once more by the evil zipper and button that kept them closed. "Stupid humans and their complicated clothes..." He growled and ripped his twin's pants away from his body, followed by those odd short things he wore underneath and his shirt.
"My pants!!" Kharg yelped, twitching as one by one, his articles of clothing were ripped away. He blushed and then shivered, feeling Darc's lustful gaze upon him. He moaned as Darc stepped away from him and kicked away his kilt, pressing their naked bodies together.
"Do you want me?" Darc asked, grinding himself against the blonde human's ass. Kharg moaned, eyes briefly rolling up in the back of his head, he reached back and stilled Darc's hips, smiling back at his brother as he struggled to catch his breath and his thoughts.
"If I didn't, I would've killed you when you wrecked my pants." Kharg said honestly, turning around to kiss the (slightly) taller male on the lips. He felt Darc smirk against his lips and before he could even react, his mouth was being ravaged.
He moaned into the kiss, tongue willfully battling with Darc’s and flushed an even brighter red as Darc’s scaled hand gripped his ass, pulling him tightly against him. He could feel the evidence that Darc desired him just as much poking him in the stomach and relaxed into the other’s grip.
He knew what male-male sex entailed, anyone who lived in a small village where men far outnumbered the women would. It was commonly accepted in Yewbell, so there was really no shame in being caught having sex with another male in a closet. However a few problems would probably arise when the other male is your (twin) brother, but Kharg would cross (and probably burn) that bridge when he came to it.
He whimpered when Darc’s mouth drew away and attached itself to his neck, licking and sucking at the pulsing vein he found there. He was beginning to think that Darc had a thing for his neck. He certainly lavished enough attention on it.
Hips rolling forward slightly, his erection brushed Darc’s and he let out a loud moan, fingers tangling in Darc’s spiky mane. Darc moaned against his neck, raising his head and staring at Kharg, crimson eyes gleaming in the low light.
“Are you going to keep me waiting forever?” Kharg asked, eyes meeting his brother’s. He rolled his hips again urgently, demanding attention. Darc smirked, lips quirking up as he lifted his human hand, fingers slipping into Kharg’s open mouth.
“Suck.” He demanded, turning his attention back to the blonde’s neck as he rocked against him. Kharg moaned, eagerly taking the fingers into his mouth, licking and nipping at the digits. Darc leaned his chin on the other’s shoulder, watching him with lustful crimson eyes. When he deemed his fingers wet enough, he slowly slid them out of his twin’s mouth and trailed them down over his back, tracing them over the puckered entrance he found there before sliding a finger in.
Kharg let out a gasp, biting his lip. It buuuurned like nothing he had felt before. He knew it would hurt, but this... Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes, threatening to trail down his cheeks. Darc frowned, licking them away as he used his deimos hand to guide Kharg’s hand down to his erection. He didn’t think the scales would feel too nice against the sensitive skin there so he urged his twin to stroke himself to take away some of the pain.
Those precious few minutes of preparation felt like an eternity to both twins, Kharg arching and yelling, writhing as Darc found and massaged that one special spot within him, Darc panting and rocking against the blonde, wanting nothing more than to be buried in that tight heat.
Finally the fingers were removed and Darc slid in, both moaning as he did so. Kharg finally felt at peace with himself, feeling more complete than he ever had in his life. Then Darc started to move, each thrust hitting that spot. Kharg arched back, placing his hands against the closet wall and panting as he tried to get more of that feeling.
Darc grinned against the back of his neck, speeding up his thrusts as his human hand trailed over Kharg’s stomach, wrapping around his cock and slowly beginning to stroke. He was almost there, but he wanted Kharg to go first.
Finally Kharg screamed Darc’s name, streams of white shooting over Darc’s hand and the closet wall as he reached that one moment of bliss. Darc smirked proudly, then he too was screaming, spilling his essence into Kharg.
He wrapped his arms around the blonde as his legs began to shake and they both crumpled to the bottom of the closet, hopelessly entangled in one another.
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The End.
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Ending notes: *Chaos bangs head against table repeatedly* Are you happy now?
What really should've happened during (Possibly after) the closet scene in my Pointless Drabble Fic. Also done somewhat in the style of a roleplay between Muse and I (can be found on my LJ and possibly on AFF.N)
There's also another roleplay on GaiaOnline, but that is, sadly, smut free. Link is available to anyone who wants it.
I am very well aware that this is completely out of character. However, other fandoms have impossibly AU Fics, so why not AtL?
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"Uh...Darc?" Kharg asked, shifting nervously as he glanced around the small space. Darc smirked, crimson eyes glinting mischievously.
"Yes Kharg?" He asked, twitching his fingers and watching the blonde bite back a moan. The half-deimos shuddered, biting his lip.
"Why is your hand down my pants?" Kharg sighed, hand gripping Darc's wrist, preventing him from moving. He didn't know whether he wanted to push it away or pull it closer... All he knew was that it felt oh so very good. Darc's smirk grew wider.
"Where else would I put it?" He asked, nibbling and sucking on Kharg's pointed ear. Kharg squeaked.
"I don't know..." He said, flushing a bright red as Darc's fingers twitched again, brushing against the front of his briefs. "How about anywhere but down my pants..." Kharg snapped, turning his face away. He wasn't really angry... He just didn't want to get caught in a closet with his brother with said brother's hand down the front of his shorts. Darc tilted his head and grinned.
He removed his hand from Kharg's shorts, smirk growing wider at Kharg's whimper and traced the hem of the blonde's shirt before sliding up under it and toying with one of Kharg's nipples. Kharg choked, face going almost completely red.
"Better?" Darc asked, smirk still firmly in place as his Deimos hand pulled the blue-clad prince closer, aligning his chest with his brother's back. Kharg shivered, unconsciously leaning back as the darker twin caressed his chest.
"No..." he said petulantly, lip sticking out in a pout. "Now your hand is in my shirt." Darc laughed, the sound reverating through his chest. He kissed the back of Kharg's neck.
"It's always something with you, isn't it brother?" He said, slightly amused by this. He grinned, licking a wide swath up Kharg's neck, delighting in the fact that it made Kharg moan. "Now if you would please, shut up and let me seduce you properly."
Kharg's lips quirked up and he snorted. "Why? It's so much more fun more me when you're good and frustrated..." He laughed then moaned as Darc's hand pinched his nipple while the other massaged the bulge in his pants. Darc growled, nipping harshly at Kharg's neck and then laving the bite marks.
"How do you get this off..." Darc demanded, tugging at Kharg's belt with his Deimos hand. He was glad his brother had foregone the large, heavy looking belt he normally wore, but was unsure about the smaller, much more complex belt he wore in it's place. Kharg laughed breathlessly, hands batting away Darc's and unbuckling it, letting it drop to the floor with a thump.
Darc smirked, human hand still caressing Kharg's chest as he attempted to take off Kharg's pants and was thwarted once more by the evil zipper and button that kept them closed. "Stupid humans and their complicated clothes..." He growled and ripped his twin's pants away from his body, followed by those odd short things he wore underneath and his shirt.
"My pants!!" Kharg yelped, twitching as one by one, his articles of clothing were ripped away. He blushed and then shivered, feeling Darc's lustful gaze upon him. He moaned as Darc stepped away from him and kicked away his kilt, pressing their naked bodies together.
"Do you want me?" Darc asked, grinding himself against the blonde human's ass. Kharg moaned, eyes briefly rolling up in the back of his head, he reached back and stilled Darc's hips, smiling back at his brother as he struggled to catch his breath and his thoughts.
"If I didn't, I would've killed you when you wrecked my pants." Kharg said honestly, turning around to kiss the (slightly) taller male on the lips. He felt Darc smirk against his lips and before he could even react, his mouth was being ravaged.
He moaned into the kiss, tongue willfully battling with Darc’s and flushed an even brighter red as Darc’s scaled hand gripped his ass, pulling him tightly against him. He could feel the evidence that Darc desired him just as much poking him in the stomach and relaxed into the other’s grip.
He knew what male-male sex entailed, anyone who lived in a small village where men far outnumbered the women would. It was commonly accepted in Yewbell, so there was really no shame in being caught having sex with another male in a closet. However a few problems would probably arise when the other male is your (twin) brother, but Kharg would cross (and probably burn) that bridge when he came to it.
He whimpered when Darc’s mouth drew away and attached itself to his neck, licking and sucking at the pulsing vein he found there. He was beginning to think that Darc had a thing for his neck. He certainly lavished enough attention on it.
Hips rolling forward slightly, his erection brushed Darc’s and he let out a loud moan, fingers tangling in Darc’s spiky mane. Darc moaned against his neck, raising his head and staring at Kharg, crimson eyes gleaming in the low light.
“Are you going to keep me waiting forever?” Kharg asked, eyes meeting his brother’s. He rolled his hips again urgently, demanding attention. Darc smirked, lips quirking up as he lifted his human hand, fingers slipping into Kharg’s open mouth.
“Suck.” He demanded, turning his attention back to the blonde’s neck as he rocked against him. Kharg moaned, eagerly taking the fingers into his mouth, licking and nipping at the digits. Darc leaned his chin on the other’s shoulder, watching him with lustful crimson eyes. When he deemed his fingers wet enough, he slowly slid them out of his twin’s mouth and trailed them down over his back, tracing them over the puckered entrance he found there before sliding a finger in.
Kharg let out a gasp, biting his lip. It buuuurned like nothing he had felt before. He knew it would hurt, but this... Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes, threatening to trail down his cheeks. Darc frowned, licking them away as he used his deimos hand to guide Kharg’s hand down to his erection. He didn’t think the scales would feel too nice against the sensitive skin there so he urged his twin to stroke himself to take away some of the pain.
Those precious few minutes of preparation felt like an eternity to both twins, Kharg arching and yelling, writhing as Darc found and massaged that one special spot within him, Darc panting and rocking against the blonde, wanting nothing more than to be buried in that tight heat.
Finally the fingers were removed and Darc slid in, both moaning as he did so. Kharg finally felt at peace with himself, feeling more complete than he ever had in his life. Then Darc started to move, each thrust hitting that spot. Kharg arched back, placing his hands against the closet wall and panting as he tried to get more of that feeling.
Darc grinned against the back of his neck, speeding up his thrusts as his human hand trailed over Kharg’s stomach, wrapping around his cock and slowly beginning to stroke. He was almost there, but he wanted Kharg to go first.
Finally Kharg screamed Darc’s name, streams of white shooting over Darc’s hand and the closet wall as he reached that one moment of bliss. Darc smirked proudly, then he too was screaming, spilling his essence into Kharg.
He wrapped his arms around the blonde as his legs began to shake and they both crumpled to the bottom of the closet, hopelessly entangled in one another.
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The End.
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Ending notes: *Chaos bangs head against table repeatedly* Are you happy now?