by Raythe Reign
He rolled forward so that Cameron was lying on his back and Liam was on top of him. Cameron’s legs parted and he fell between them. Their bodies arched against one another. They fit perfectly.
We were made for one another.
And that thought didn’t seem so crazy. Now that he knew that the Aesir were real anything seemed possible. He could very well envision Loki making them just like this, to mean so much to one another, to reflect … the thought was lost as Cameron’s fingers raked down his back, leaving scratch marks that would heal almost instantly. Liam almost regretted that the marks his younger brother made wouldn’t stay a little while for him to remember this night on his skin. But this invulnerability, this immortality, allowed him to keep Cameron safe, too. And he would do nothing to sacrifice that.
There was a crashing sound to his right and he realized that Cameron was blindly reaching for the bedside table, searching for something. He broke their kiss. Cameron whined and his hands pulled Liam back down as if he were trying to escape.
“Cam, Cam, what do you need?” Liam asked him.
Cameron let out a chuckle that was half swallowed in a kiss. “Lube, Liam, unless Valkyries got some super secret gel they secret from their cocks to smooth the way. Considering this monster, I’m really going to need you to stretch me and get me slick.”
He reached out and encircled Liam’s cock with one hand. Liam jerked as he spurted precum. He growled low in his throat, which had Cameron laughing more. He used a touch of his strength to flip Cameron onto his front. His younger brother gave a delicious yelp of surprise again. Liam grabbed one of the pillows and thrust it beneath Cameron’s slender hips. He then yanked the drawer all the way out of the nightstand, nearly ripping it in two. Cameron made a hiccuping laugh.
“Oh, man, don’t worry. It’s a piece of crap, Liam, from the Salvation Army store,” Cameron assured him when he paused in horror at destroying his younger brother’s furniture.
“In that case.” Liam grabbed the lubricant and allowed the ruined drawer to drop to the floor. He could fix it or clean it up later. He looked at the lubricant as he snapped open the top. A sweet scent rose out of it and he saw it was cherry lube. “Cam, does this just smell like cherries or —”
“It’s tastes like cherries, too. Like cherry candy,” Cameron said.
Liam tried not to think of Cameron using this with other guys - guys that looked like, but were not him - and failed utterly for a moment. He closed his eyes. He’d had sex with other men, too. They were over a decade apart. What had he expected? For Cameron to never be intimate with someone? After all, Cameron thought he was dead and he didn’t think that even in his younger brother’s most wild imaginings did Cameron think they would ever truly be together.
But we are and I’m going to love him in ways he’s never experienced, because it’s him and me. I’ll care for him through my touch, my mouth, my cock.
Cameron was looking over his shoulder. “What’s the matter? Don’t like cherry? I think I have grape —”
Cameron started to wiggle away from him, but Liam put a firm hand on the small of his back and kept Cameron right where he was. Rather like pinning a butterfly in place.
“Okay, I take it you don’t want me moving,” Cameron laughed, delighted.
“No,” Liam grunted.
“So you go nonverbal pretty quick when you’re aroused, huh?” Cameron twisted his neck to see him again.
“I’d rather use my mouth for other things.”
And then Liam spread Cameron’s ass cheeks apart and looked at that perfect, pink pucker. Saliva gushed into his mouth as he could almost taste Cameron’s earthiness. He licked a stripe up his brother’s cleft. Cameron hissed and suddenly was scrabbling at the bedclothes.
“Liam! Jesus! Or should I say Loki, Thor, Odin?” Cameron’s voice rose up into a whine as Liam licked him again.
“I think the real test of our time together is when I make you non-verbal, Cam,” Liam chuckled against Cameron’s opening.
He pressed his tongue against the tight swirl of muscle. It resisted him, of course. It had to be eased into submission. His younger brother was that way in all respects. Wild, untamed and amazing.
Liam placed both thumbs on either side of the tight opening and began to flicker his tongue against the pink muscle. He made sure to let as much wetness coat that pretty opening as possible. Cameron looked so damned tight and he was … well, proportionate, meaning he was big all over. He tried to imagine getting his large cock into that very small hole. His imaginings had him thinking of heat and tightness like a vice around his cock. He nearly came right then and there, but reached down and squeezed the base of his cock to stop that from happening.
Then he went back to using his tongue like a tensile weapon to pry open Cameron’s body. Slowly but surely his tongue worked its way inside. Cameron was making low moans and banging his hands into the mattress when Liam’s tongue slipped through the tight ring of muscle and touched his silken insides for the first time. Cameron arched back.
“Oh, fuuuuuuccccck!” Cameron cried and the bed creaked and shook beneath them. Liam wondered if the frame, rather like the nightstand, would survive this night.
I’ll get him another one. Or maybe it’ll just be safer if we have a mattress on the floor.
Liam found the lubricant that he had dropped at some point onto the bed. He brought it over to Cameron’s opening and stuck the nozzle inside of him. His younger brother gasped as he squeezed the gel inside. Liam immediately went back down to eating his brother out and trying to force that gel deeper into Cameron’s body.
Liam slicked his fingers with more of the cherry flavored slickness and slowly worked on finger in alongside his tongue. He wiggled it around and Cameron’s hands fisted and he beat the mattress. He drew that finger in and out. Watching his finger penetrate his brother had his cock jerking again and he forcefully clamped a hand down on it. But to know that it was his younger brother, his Cam, writhing as he finger fucked him was almost too much.
He put a second finger inside faster than he wanted to, but if he didn’t speed things along, he would cum before he even got the head of his cock inside his younger brother’s hot, taut body. Liam bit down on Cameron’s right ass cheek as that thought nearly threw him over the edge to. He was going to fuck his brother. He was going to make love to Cameron. He was going to cum inside of him. They shared blood. They would share semen, too.
Liam scissored his fingers in Cameron’s ass. He pulled them as far apart as he could go as he drew them out of his younger brother’s pliant form. Sweat glistened on Cameron’s back. A bead of it traveled down his younger brother’s spine and Liam captured captured that salty drop on his tongue.
He thrust a third finger inside and he heard Cameron hiss. But the hiss was muffled this time and he realized that Cameron was biting down on another pillow. His eyes were closed tightly. His face was covered in sweat and was red with desire and strain. Liam smoothed those lines away on Cameron’s brow. He kissed the corner of Cameron’s eye until the eyelids were closed lightly. He whispered his love into the cusp of his younger brother’s ear. And as he did these things, he slowly, but thoroughly worked his three fingers in and out of Cameron’s ass until he could easily move them inside.
“I can’t wait any longer, Cam. I’m going to cum. I fear I’ll only get a few thrust in anyways, but —”
“Do it,” Cameron said, having let go of his death bite on the pillow. “I’m ready, Liam. I am so ready for this.”
Liam brought his fingers out of Cameron and then slicked both palms with lubricant. He quickly ran them along his cock. His organ felt hot and was exquisitely sensitive. He truly wasn’t kidding that it might only be a few thrusts. He had never been so hard, so aroused, so in need.
His gaze swept up his brother’s prone form. Cameron was lifting his ass up higher while spreading his long legs wider to give him more access. Liam closed his eyes tightly and squeezed the base of his cock once more
. His younger brother was a vision. It was like this siren’s song that he had up until now only heard faintly. But at this moment it was a full course symphony shaking his very foundations.
He opened his eyes and positioned the head of his cock at Cameron’s opening. His younger brother craned his head back to look at him.
“I love you, Liam.”
“I love you, Cam. Forever and always.”
“Forever and always.”
Liam sank forward and though he had intended to go slow his younger brother pushed back until his balls kissed Cameron’s ass. He gasped. Cameron groaned and arched his shoulders.
“Oh, fucking god, that’s good. You’re so … huge,” Cameron gasped. “I can feel you all the way in me. To my core. Don’t move!”
Liam had shifted at his words, but stilled immediately. His younger brother held a hand up and they stayed exactly as they were.
“So big,” Cameron gasped. Sweat drops rained down on the pillow. “But so good.”
“Tell me when, Cam,” Liam breathed out.
His younger brother had taken him in so completely and quickly that he feared he would tear him or hurt him in some way, but Cameron seemed to be adjusting to his girth.
“Never had someone as big as you. Never even close,” Cameron laughed, but then he was lifting his ass and let out a pleasured sigh. “Now I’ll never want anything less.”
“No one else gets to have you, but me, Cam,” Liam found himself growling possessively. His hands found his younger brother’s hips and he gripped them proprietarily.
“No one, but you,” Cameron agreed. “Now … Liam, start fucking me now or I’m going to cum. I — I said I could go for hours, but not this first time.”
Liam nodded, but then realized Cameron didn’t see it, but words were beyond him at that moment. His cock was encased in a sheath of heat and pressure. Every inch of him was being possessed by his younger brother. Instead, he just squeezed Cameron’s hips and began to slowly pull out.
He only drew out half an inch, before sinking right back in. Again and again, he pulled out just a little farther and sank back to the hilt. Sweat poured down his face and he nearly shook from the self-control he was having to exhibit to not simply start thrusting wildly. His body needed release, but he would never hurt Cameron.
His little brother turned his head towards him. “Liam, let go.”
“No, Cam, I won’t hurt you!”
“You won’t! You’re hurting me by not giving us both what we need. Please, Liam,” Cameron begged.
Liam curled over Cameron’s body for a moment, composing himself. “All right, Cam. If this is what you want.”
“Yes, please, yes.”
Liam straightened up and pulled out farther and then thrust forward faster. Cameron gasped and tossed his head. Liam did it again, farther out and fuller in. Cameron let out a moan of deep pleasure. Liam’s hips moved faster. Out and in and out and in and out and in until the sound of his balls slapping against Cameron’s ass was louder than even his younger brother’s high-pitched cries.
Liam could hardly see as the sweat dripped into his eyes, blinding him. His cock felt so hot that he wouldn’t have been surprised if it caught on fire. It was a part of him and beyond him. It was leading him deeper into his little brother’s body with each inward thrust. He reached and grasped Cameron’s waist. He pulled his little brother’s back against his front as he jabbed his hips forward, delving in as deeply as he could go. Cameron’s head lolled back until he was leaning against Liam’s shoulder. Liam let his hands move from Cameron’s waist until he had his younger brother’s cock firmly in his hands. Cameron let out an inarticulate cry. Liam stroked him firmly from root to tip and back down again.
His balls drew tight against his body and he knew that the crest was coming. He would tip over and his orgasm would take him. He wanted Cameron to fall at the same time. He needn’t have worried. Cameron pushed back almost violently into him, grinding his ass against Liam’s groin and then the muscles inside his back passaged clenched as he came. Liam followed suit, his eyes closing involuntarily. He thought he saw something red and gold through his clenched eyelids, but his orgasm took all thought away.
He pumped his seed into his little brother’s body, implanting it deep and firmly and fully. He held Cameron to him tightly. He felt his younger brother’s cum coat his fingers. He brought them up blindly to his face and licked them clean even as his own cock jerked helplessly inside of Cameron.
Every ounce of energy was spent. He wobbled and knew that he was going to collapse. But not onto Cameron. He fell but he twisted them so that they landed side by side. His cock stayed firmly inside Cameron’s ass even as he buried his face into his little brother’s curls. He stayed there, just breathing, eyes shut, aftershocks running through him when he heard a strange, and yet familiar, sound.
A crackling.
“Uhm, Liam,” Cameron’s voice sounded hoarse likely from all the shouting.
“Mmmm?”
“I think … I think we need to get the extinguisher from downstairs,” Cameron said, his voice rising even as he let out a few uncontrolled barks of laughter.
“W-what?” Liam frowned. Why was his little brother sounding so strange?
He opened his eyes and saw that the poor nightstand now wasn’t only missing a drawer, but was a blaze. Cameron was shaking with hysterical laughter.
Cameron’s arm was now a fiery red instead of blue. “I think I just learned how to use fire.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: YOU
Thor snuck a glance at Loki over the top of his cup of mead. He was sure that the other god was well aware of the look yet he still found himself shyly regarding Loki rather than straight out admiring him. This wasn’t usual for him. He normally exposed his interest very openly and the person accepted or rejected him. If he was honest though there was rarely the risk of rejection. He could almost hear Loki’s choked laugh at his arrogance.
“You think everyone loves you, don’t you? They’re just waiting with baited breath for a chance to be with the great Thor!” Loki would mock.
And then Thor, goaded, would say something foolish like, “I am the God of Thunder, the Hero of Asgard, the son of Odin. People are waiting for such a chance!”
Loki would turn that against him, too. “Perhaps you are right, but you just pathetically need their love, do you not? You have to bask in their view of you, because you fear you are nothing without their regard, Thor. Without their love you believe you are a hollow shell of a god.”
Thor would then sputter and both of them would sulk. And that was only one disastrous way it could go. There was nothing guaranteed with Loki unless it was that he would say the wrong thing. And it seems that there were so many wrong things to say. He feared if he openly showed how his heart quickened in his chest at the sight of Loki, how his body seemed electric and alive like it had not since he had last seen the other Aesir, how his breath caught at the sight of those unforgettable eyes that all he would gain would be a fight.
It is foolish to think that he has changed not at all. We, Aesir, do not grow old or feeble. We are eternal yet it seems he is ever fresh in my eyes.
It felt like ages since he’d seen Loki yet it felt like moments ago as well. All his old feelings flooded back and he felt just as helpless in the face of them as he had all that time ago. Loki made of him a child and a man at the same time. His confidence rose and plummeted with every look. Where he was easy with others he was self-conscious with Loki. The Trickster God saw through him, but sometimes Loki saw things that simply were not there.
He assumes the worst, because he fears the worst. Even of me.
The Valkyrie had been a welcome addition to their party. They had all talked and laughed, cried and planned. He had watched these people for so long that he felt he knew them. They were his comrade-in-arms. That feeling was soon mutual and he knew that they would fight well together as a unit. Now, though, they were leaving him and Loki alone. Lihua
had gone into the desert night to see if she could sense where the Gash was hiding itself. Nafari and Elda were going with her, but they would camp and sleep beneath the stars while she meditated.
That left Thor and Loki alone.
As Fenrir’s door swung shut for the last time, silence fell between them. Loki continued to polish glassware behind the bar while Thor sat on one of the barstools, a cup of mead between his large hands, staring down into the golden liquid when he wasn’t regarding Loki over it.
“So …” Thor began but then his voice failed him and he cleared his throat.
Loki’s golden eyes – much the same color as the mead, he realized, and how had it taken him so long to notice that? – flickered over to him. As always, the Trickster God had a faint smile on his lips as if he knew a joke that no one else did.
“You’re still quite the talker, aren’t you, Thor?” That smile flashed brighter.
“You’re not exactly talking up a storm either,” Thor pointed out, not nettled in the least that Loki noticed his tongue-tiedness.
Loki shrugged. “I don’t know what there is to say.”
That had Thor’s mouth falling open in shock. “You – you don’t know – know what to –”
“Don’t sputter, Thor! You’re wetting my bar with your spittle.” Loki took another cloth to wipe up this invisible spit on the wood.
Thor reached over and clamped one of his large hands over Loki’s, pinning it to the top of the wood bar rather like a butterfly to a board. “How about we start with why you left me without a word of explanation?”
Loki’s golden eyes regarded him without blinking. Thor always found if he stared into them long enough that he would fall almost into a trance. Time would stretch and he would have no concept of where it had gone nor would he care. He would just know he had been with Loki.
“So you noticed that, did you?” Loki asked.
“Of course, I noticed! What an asinine comment! We were lovers and you disappeared! We –”