Dark Needs

by Maris Black

  Bain let out a long sigh, and when I was able to drag my attention away from our dicks, I found him staring tenderly at me. “Will you kiss me, Gavin?”

  He didn’t have to ask me twice. I leaned in and claimed his mouth, trying to keep the hunger at bay. Trying to be gentle with him when all I wanted to do was throw him down and plunge into him like a rutting animal. I cherished the press of his soft lips against mine as I moved my mouth over his, controlling the kiss.

  Bain struggled a little against the hold I still had on his wrists above his head, and when I released him, he wound his arms around my neck and pulled himself even closer. He melted against me in that too-intimate way of his and slipped his tongue between my lips.

  I groaned and opened for him, allowing him to plunder my mouth with his sweet tongue. Licking and lapping and teasing. It made me dizzy, the things he was doing with his mouth, and my thoughts turned dark.

  I pulled back just enough to whisper, “God, Bain… your mouth. I want—” I stopped, dragging my bottom lip back and forth along his until it tickled.

  “You want what?” he whispered back.

  I squeezed my eyes shut and hid my face against the side of his throat, suddenly very ashamed of myself. I had vowed to protect Bain at all costs, never to hurt him or allow anyone else to, and here I was taking advantage of him. I was a dirty bastard, and I would have to pay for my sins sooner or later.

  “Gavin,” he urged. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want to go back in time,” I choked out. “I never should have done this to you.”

  “Done what?” he asked. “Finally given me what I’ve been dying for? We can’t go back in time, and I wouldn’t even if I could. Now what is it that you wanted? Tell me. I would do anything for you, Gavin. Do you understand what I’m saying? Any. Fucking. Thing.”

  I couldn’t believe it. Bain had been dying for me to make a move on him? Had he wanted me all along? Adrenaline surged through my body at the mere thought of it, and just like that the hunger was back, choking out the guilt until there was nothing left but a worn-out promise and the intent to break it. I ran a hand down his back and grabbed onto his ass cheek, squeezing until he made a sound.

  “I want your mouth on my cock,” I murmured against his throat. “I want you to suck me, baby. Suck me like you’ve done so many times in my fantasies.”

  Bain took my hand and led me over to his bed, where he sat down and looked up at me, his expression shy and vulnerable. “You’ve fantasized about me?”

  “God. Dammit. Yes,” I groaned. “Every time I close my eyes. I’m sick with wanting you, Bain. You’re like a virus in my blood, taking over every cell until I’m nothing but walking desire. For you.”

  He leaned forward on the bed, grabbed onto my cock, and touched his tongue to the tip, dipping it tentatively into the slit and tasting me. God, he was beautiful like that, so shy and willing. He was everything.

  I closed my eyes and bit back a groan, then opened them up again and watched as he got bolder and ran his tongue along the underside of my cock, using his hand to tease back the remainder of the foreskin that hadn’t already been displaced by my unholy erection.

  “Fuck yes, baby,” I murmured through my lust haze. “Put your lips around me. Let me feel how hot and wet your mouth is.”

  He did as I asked, kissing only the tip and pulling off, then going back for another kiss. Deeper this time. Again and again he kissed my cock, sucking gently and sliding his lips a fraction lower each time until he was sucking and tonguing the entire head, learning as he went.

  It seemed every drop of blood had drained from my brain and into my cock, and I got dizzy. Still his mouth did not let up, and his efforts increased with every pull of his mouth until the head of my cock was fully sunk into his velvet mouth, and I was on fire. I reached frantically to squeeze my dick and stave off the inevitable, but it was too late. Cum boiled up out of my balls and erupted into his throat, as if my body was trying to expel every drop of passion I’d been holding in for years.

  Bain swallowed it all, blinking up at me with watery but determined eyes, and I had never loved him more than I did in that moment.

  When it was over, and I’d pulled my spent dick from his mouth, Bain laughed. Such a sweet sound, full of wonder and desire. “Is that how I did it in your fantasies?”

  “Hell, no,” I said. “The reality is so much better. Let me show you.”

  Bain climbed eagerly onto the bed and smiled up at me. Seeing him lying there like that, splayed out in all of his glory just for me, caused my black heart to stutter in my chest. I’d resisted for as long as I could. God help me, I’d tried not to want him, but it was becoming clearer by the minute that I needed him like I needed oxygen. The pull was just too strong, like an invisible web of indestructible threads between us. We could pull away from each other, and the threads would stretch, but they would never break. They were springy little bastards, and when they snapped back, they fucking snapped. Over the last year we’d been away from each other for longer than ever before. But now here we were. We’d snapped back, crashing hard into one another, and I was terrified that we might destroy each other in the collision.

  “Are you having second thoughts?” Bain asked in that sweet way he had, biting his lip and pumping his cock slowly and methodically— teasing me, as usual.

  “No, baby. Far from it.” I forced my feet to move me closer to him, knowing I’d have to be strong for both of us. If we entered into this thing with any doubts, it would be disastrous.

  But there was no going back now. I think we both knew that. My desire for my brother was like the desire to jerk off beneath the covers when the lights go out. Something so natural required no experience. My body knew what it wanted, and it would take it with no guidance. And now that it had gotten a taste of Bain, there would be no controlling it.

  Bain continued stroking his cock as he looked at me, the expression on his face so filled with wonder it was almost funny.

  “You are so fucking hot,” he breathed. “I can never get enough of looking at you.”

  “You do realize we’re identical, right?”

  “Hmmm…” He mused, looking briefly toward the ceiling. “It’s not really the same, though. When I look in the mirror, I don’t see you. And I don’t think I’m hot, but when I look at you… Gah, I nearly come out of my fucking pants.”

  “Awww, how sweet,” I said with a naughty smile, feeling like a lecher for wanting to do such bad, bad things to my brother.

  He continued working himself, and with every stroke his balls bounced and settled into the vee at the juncture of his thighs, nestling into the dark hairs there. I couldn’t stop watching that one tempting spot. It called to me, and I bent down and pushed my fingers beneath the sac, massaging the seam with my thumb. After a moment, I stretched a finger lower and found the warm hole hidden between his cheeks, burrowing my finger in and pressing just hard enough to elicit a response.

  Bain sucked in a sharp breath, then let it out in a rush. “How do you seem to know exactly what I want?” he asked.

  I smiled, watching the contortions of ecstasy on his beautiful face as I pressed and released, my thumb drawing lazy circles on his balls. “I do what I want. Guess it just happens to also be what you want. We are cut from the same mold, after all.”

  The need to taste his cock overtook me, and I leaned over and took it into my mouth. His hand fell away, and he groaned so long and loud I thought someone would hear. “Shhh…” I told him before wrapping my lips around his dick once more.

  The taste was exquisite, the scent a mixture of arousal and that unique warm skin smell of cock that is like nothing else in the world. I was already addicted.

  “God, that feels amazing, Gavin. So amazing. I’ve wanted you like this for so long, I can’t believe it’s actually happening. My cock is in your mouth, Gavin. Oh, Jesus—” His body tensed, and he pressed the fingers of one hand against the little depression on the inside of his hip
bone. And then he was shaking.

  “Calm down, baby.” I felt the tension, the concentration of energy, and the swelling of his flesh in my mouth. I pulled off of him reluctantly. “Let’s take it slow. I don’t want you to come yet.”

  “But I want you, Gavin. Don’t go easy on me. Please. Make me come.”

  I braced myself over him with an arm and one knee. Then I bent my head and took his cock into my mouth again. This time I didn’t tease. Suddenly I wanted to devour him whole. To feel him shudder his orgasm within seconds. I wanted to make him scream, and that I did.

  I sucked him so hard and fast he was begging for me to stop, but all the while his fingers knotted in my hair and he pulled me to him. Urging me to go harder. Bucking his hips up into my mouth until the bed was squeaking and he was chanting my name.

  “God, Gavin. Jesus Christ, Gavin. Oh fuck, Gavin, that feels so good.” He brought his heels up onto the edge of the mattress to get some leverage and fucked my mouth even harder, his ass coming up off the bed with every delirious thrust. “I love you, Gavin. I love you. I love you.”

  And then he was coming, grunting out a string of curses that would have made the devil blush. My sweet Bain. Cursing and spewing semen into the back of my throat until my mouth was full and I thought I would choke to death. I gulped and managed to swallow most of it, but I had to let some of it out. It spilled from one corner of my mouth and ran down my chin.

  Before I could think to clean it off, Bain leaned up and caught it with his tongue, lapping it up and smiling shyly as he tasted himself and swallowed, his eyes absolutely sparkling. I had never seen anything like it.

  Then he crawled up the bed, settled onto his pillow, and patted the empty space he had left for me. When we were both naked and facing each other, Bain pulled the covers up over us and started kissing me. There were no words necessary, and none that would have done the moment justice anyway.

  We took our time exploring each other, our kisses lazy, sometimes sloppy, but always full of love. Powder climbed up onto Bain’s pillow and squeezed into the space between the top of his head and the headboard of the bed. Bain giggled against my lips, but we never stopped kissing. I hoped we never would. Not for the rest of our lives.

  We lay wrapped in each other’s arms for hours, listening to the rain and learning each other in a whole new way. By the time we ventured down for dinner, we were ravenous. Once, I caught Bain staring at me across the table all moony-eyed. I winked at him and went back to eating, trying in vain not to smile like a love-struck goofball.

  Back in our room, we watched some old home movies we had taken before we had honed our video skills to the point they were now. It was fun seeing how far we had come. We couldn’t keep our lips off of each other, though, and soon we were in yet another full-on kissfest. I wanted to do more of the sexual stuff, but at the same time I wanted to enjoy the kind of innocent bliss that came with making out. Eventually Bain was too worn out to kiss anymore and was dropping off to sleep with his mouth on mine.

  “Alright,” I said. “Let’s go to sleep before there’s nothing left of our lips. There will be plenty of time for this tomorrow.”

  “Yeah,” he breathed. “Okay. Night, Gav.”

  He rolled over and was asleep within minutes.

  CHAPTER 15

  (GAVIN)

  WHEN I woke in the middle of the night, Bain was sleeping peacefully on his side, his ass tucked deliciously against my groin. The storm clouds had moved on, leaving us in peace, and the moonlight that streamed through the gap in the curtains cut a pale swath across his shoulder and jaw, giving his skin a magical glow. Powder snoozed curled into a ball above his head.

  I watched my brother with such intensity and such longing I was certain he must feel it, but his soft intermittent snore was proof that my unholy stare wasn’t disturbing his slumber. I pulled the sheet down his body, careful to keep my movements gentle, satisfied that he was still asleep when I’d revealed his entire body. Only his feet and the bottom half of his calves remained covered.

  The minutes stretched out as I watched him, feeling strangely like I was seeing him for the first time. I couldn’t quite get my head around the fact that he was all mine. My brother, my twin, my best friend, and now my lover. That he belonged to me in every way possible filled me with an unfathomable sense of contentment. All of the anxiety and guilt that had plagued me for years was now miraculously gone.

  I wanted to devour him and to have him devour me— for us to become one. But the truth was, we were already one. Now that the fracture between us had finally healed, we were irrevocably bonded. For better or worse, part of me knew there was no coming back from this.

  As if sensing the magnitude of my thoughts, Bain stirred, and his tiny snores faltered for a beat before taking up their rhythm again. I turned over in the narrow bed and rummaged in the bedside table drawer, smiling when my fingers landed on the bottle of silicone-based lube I knew Bain kept in there. I never used it for masturbation, and I was curious as to what it would feel like.

  Anticipation sizzled as I popped the cap and applied a liberal handful, slicking my growing erection from base to tip. The sensation of my hand gliding over my flesh was much different with the lube, and more enjoyable, though I wasn’t sure if it was just because I knew what I was about to do.

  I fucked my hand, getting incredibly turned on by the wet noise of my cock slipping in and out my fist, and imagined it Bain’s virgin ass I was violating.

  When I was just about as hard as I could get, I rolled back over and spooned delicately against my brother’s back. I wanted to wake him eventually, but right now I had a fantasy to fulfill. Something I had dreamed of doing since Bain and I were just on this side of puberty.

  The dark space where his thighs came together beckoned to me. I wanted to do everything with him— wanted to fuck him, to own him— but we weren’t ready for that. That crevice between his thighs, though… I knew it would be warm and tight, and would be almost like fucking him. I was such a naughty bastard, but I was beyond caring. The things we had done together had broken something open in me that could never be closed again.

  Using my lube-slicked fingers on his shoulder to anchor him in place, I slid my dick between his thighs and grunted. The warmth was even better than I’d imagined, and I shuddered and paused for a few seconds, trying to rein my desire before I lost my mind and started stroking mindlessly.

  Bain shifted ever so slightly, close to waking. I held my breath and pulled back, not enough to lose contact, and pushed in again. Less controlled the second time. I wouldn’t last long. Three more strokes, and I was beyond being careful. I dug my fingers firmly into his shoulder and dropped soft kisses onto his back as I fucked his thighs.

  The snoring stopped, and without an acknowledging word, Bain started moving with me. He squeezed his thighs together and moaned for me.

  “Hi,” I said, and the word was barely above a whisper.

  “Hi,” he said back. There was amusement in his voice. “Am I interrupting something?”

  I laughed against the back of his neck, then reached around and grabbed onto his dick, finding it already waking up. My hand was still slippery with lube, and it only took a few pulls up and down his length to get it good and hard. Bain groaned and writhed against me, increasing the pressure between his thighs as he pushed himself in and out of my hand.

  I kissed the spot right behind his ear and said, “Would it freak you out if I told you I’ve wanted to do this since we were thirteen years old? That on the nights you fell asleep in my bed, I would lie awake for hours fighting the urge to slip my dick between your thighs while you slept?”

  “Mmmm,” Bain sighed, fucking my hand more aggressively. “You must really have a thigh fetish.”

  I chuckled and stroked my dick with the warm hot flesh of those thighs. Remembering. “I just wanted to fuck you, and I couldn’t figure out how to do it without being a bad guy.”

  “You know what I used to imagine?�
� Bain asked, his voice uncharacteristically deep. “Getting on my knees for you. I wanted you to feed your cock into my mouth and tell me to suck it. I wanted you to caress my face and tell me what a good boy I was, and how good my mouth felt. And how much you loved me.”

  Our breathy late-night confessions had us both panting against each other, our movements growing increasingly erratic and needy. I was getting close, and from the feel of his cock and the way he was breathing, Bain wasn’t far off, either. I had fully planned on finishing us both off in just this way, but Bain had other ideas. He thrust his hips forward, causing my dick to nearly slip out from between his legs, then he pushed back at such an angle that the head nudged hard against his hole. He grunted and pushed harder against me, tempting me to come inside.

  Alarm bells went off in my head. “Bain, no,” I panted. “I can’t.”

  “I want you.” He pressed back hard, whimpering as my cock head nearly breached his hole. I felt it stretch just a little, and my alarm ratcheted up. The bells in my head were clanging mercilessly now, and still I didn’t move away from him. My mind was screaming to stop the madness, but my body wouldn’t let me.

  “Bain, we don’t need to do this now.” As always, I was the voice of reason, but I knew I was too weak to back it up. Because I’d always been weak where Bain was concerned. “Take it easy, baby. We have the rest of our lives.”

  Bain didn’t listen. He was a man possessed as he pushed back yet again, and impaled himself on my cock with a long, low moan. I felt the stretch of virgin flesh as it slowly gripped me, stretching and stretching and sliding over my fully exposed cock, gradually allowing me passage. I groaned, the pressure exquisite torture as I felt the head of my cock slip past the point of resistance, and suddenly I was pulled inside him. The knowledge and the sensation were too much for me to handle, and I bit down hard on his shoulder and growled, “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” My cock spasmed and unloaded inside of him, and it was so intense I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling every muscle in my body go rigid, and bit down even harder on his shoulder. My fist tightened around Bain’s cock, and he pushed into it one last time as hot cum erupted and spilled out all over my fingers, all over the sheets. He shuddered and went limp, his hole quaking around my spent dick.