The Dark Hours
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The Dark Hours
Title: The Dark Hours
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Szayel & Il Forte
Prompt: 028 - Inside
Word Count: 772
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A moment between the brothers Grantz..
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach. I just play with the characters.
Lying on the bed in the middle of the night, his body undulating beneath the other arrancar, Szayel wondered at himself and his constant desire to delve into the forbidden for its own sake, to satisfy his curiosity no matter what the price or the results. This was as true whether he was bent over an experiment in his lab or as he was now, lying on his back with his legs splayed as his brother thrust eagerly into him, his breath hot on his neck. It was no secret that Szayel didn't think much of his brother. The only thing that the Espada thought Il Forte surpassed him in was age. The fact that Szayel lay on twisted and sweaty sheets with Il Forte gazing down at him as he pushed roughly inside didn't seem incongruous in the scientist's mind.
Szayel had decided long ago that such distractions were all that Il Forte was good for, the blonde's ragged thrusts sliding deliciously within him, pale hair brushing against his neck and chest. Heat built deep inside him as their bodies slid against each other slick with sweat. Szayel didn't want to give this particular vice of his up, no matter how sick his actions seemed to outsiders or to himself. The Espada found himself letting out a sudden chuckle in reaction to his thoughts as he covered his face with his forearm to his brother's annoyance. In response, Il Forte picked up his movements, the sudden desire to wipe off the grin that had appeared on the Espada's face for a reason unknown to him but suspected overtaking him. Szayel gasped at the increase in pace, raising a hand to grip the rail of the headboard to brace himself, but his smile only broadened at the rough treatment to Il Forte's chagrin. Szayel would be the last one to deny that he was depraved. In fact, he embraced it most days. He had little use for morality anyway.
As angry as he was excited, Il Forte shifted, grasping his younger brother's legs to hook them over his shoulders, bending him double as he pounded him into the mattress. The sound of creaking springs and ragged pants filled the room, but not loud enough to erase the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. He wanted to hurt Szayel in a way, to wipe off that smug look that he always wore even if only for a moment. But amber eyes gazed up at him in challenge, a grin dancing on his lips. With the rough play, Il Forte was only giving Szayel what he wanted as the Espada knew he would. The blonde knew that his brother often goaded him intentionally during times like these, but he couldn't help but rise to it.
Szayel's head rolled back on his shoulders as his body arched against the bed, Il Forte leaned down to scrape teeth against his neck as he thrust for all he was worth, the cry that Szayel let out as his essence splashed between him making Il Forte smirk. He knew what his brother thought of him, and yet he always came to Il Forte in the dark of the night, eager to spread for him, to be filled by him. And Il Forte always obliged. The blonde thought perhaps he should refuse but he never could, the draw to feel needed by his brother on some level too great though he was loathe to admit it. Groaning through gritted teeth, Il Forte spilled deep within his brother, glad that he was marking Szayel in a way though it couldn't be seen.
The blonde let his brother's legs fall from his shoulders but didn't disconnect from him, instead moving to rest atop Szayel and feel his erection soften inside his heat. That was until Szayel pushed him off, annoyed at being restricted now that the enjoyment had passed. Il Forte rolled onto his back to lay beside him. He listened to his younger brother's breathing as it returned to normal, the Espada wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. He watched as Szayel rose from the bed to go to the bathroom, freshening up before returning to claim his clothes from where they hung on a nearby chair. Il Forte's eyes followed Szayel's movements as he dressed then moved toward the door without a backward glance. There was no need for the pretense that either truly wanted to stay with the other throughout the night, lying in each others arms, though Il Forte thought fleetingly that it might be nice to do so now and again.
End
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Szayel & Il Forte
Prompt: 028 - Inside
Word Count: 772
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A moment between the brothers Grantz..
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach. I just play with the characters.
Lying on the bed in the middle of the night, his body undulating beneath the other arrancar, Szayel wondered at himself and his constant desire to delve into the forbidden for its own sake, to satisfy his curiosity no matter what the price or the results. This was as true whether he was bent over an experiment in his lab or as he was now, lying on his back with his legs splayed as his brother thrust eagerly into him, his breath hot on his neck. It was no secret that Szayel didn't think much of his brother. The only thing that the Espada thought Il Forte surpassed him in was age. The fact that Szayel lay on twisted and sweaty sheets with Il Forte gazing down at him as he pushed roughly inside didn't seem incongruous in the scientist's mind.
Szayel had decided long ago that such distractions were all that Il Forte was good for, the blonde's ragged thrusts sliding deliciously within him, pale hair brushing against his neck and chest. Heat built deep inside him as their bodies slid against each other slick with sweat. Szayel didn't want to give this particular vice of his up, no matter how sick his actions seemed to outsiders or to himself. The Espada found himself letting out a sudden chuckle in reaction to his thoughts as he covered his face with his forearm to his brother's annoyance. In response, Il Forte picked up his movements, the sudden desire to wipe off the grin that had appeared on the Espada's face for a reason unknown to him but suspected overtaking him. Szayel gasped at the increase in pace, raising a hand to grip the rail of the headboard to brace himself, but his smile only broadened at the rough treatment to Il Forte's chagrin. Szayel would be the last one to deny that he was depraved. In fact, he embraced it most days. He had little use for morality anyway.
As angry as he was excited, Il Forte shifted, grasping his younger brother's legs to hook them over his shoulders, bending him double as he pounded him into the mattress. The sound of creaking springs and ragged pants filled the room, but not loud enough to erase the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. He wanted to hurt Szayel in a way, to wipe off that smug look that he always wore even if only for a moment. But amber eyes gazed up at him in challenge, a grin dancing on his lips. With the rough play, Il Forte was only giving Szayel what he wanted as the Espada knew he would. The blonde knew that his brother often goaded him intentionally during times like these, but he couldn't help but rise to it.
Szayel's head rolled back on his shoulders as his body arched against the bed, Il Forte leaned down to scrape teeth against his neck as he thrust for all he was worth, the cry that Szayel let out as his essence splashed between him making Il Forte smirk. He knew what his brother thought of him, and yet he always came to Il Forte in the dark of the night, eager to spread for him, to be filled by him. And Il Forte always obliged. The blonde thought perhaps he should refuse but he never could, the draw to feel needed by his brother on some level too great though he was loathe to admit it. Groaning through gritted teeth, Il Forte spilled deep within his brother, glad that he was marking Szayel in a way though it couldn't be seen.
The blonde let his brother's legs fall from his shoulders but didn't disconnect from him, instead moving to rest atop Szayel and feel his erection soften inside his heat. That was until Szayel pushed him off, annoyed at being restricted now that the enjoyment had passed. Il Forte rolled onto his back to lay beside him. He listened to his younger brother's breathing as it returned to normal, the Espada wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. He watched as Szayel rose from the bed to go to the bathroom, freshening up before returning to claim his clothes from where they hung on a nearby chair. Il Forte's eyes followed Szayel's movements as he dressed then moved toward the door without a backward glance. There was no need for the pretense that either truly wanted to stay with the other throughout the night, lying in each others arms, though Il Forte thought fleetingly that it might be nice to do so now and again.
End