by Sean Michael
Eric frowned. "Arancione? He is not our Lord. You belong to me now, brother. And I belong to our Lord Violo." Smiling, his brother reached out, fingers sliding along his cheek. "We will find such pleasure together, brother, and then we will offer it all to our Lord."
"I belong to you?" He leaned into the touch, confused, lost, seeking answers. "I do not understand."
"My Lord Violo gifted you to me." Eric leaned forward, bringing their faces together, all but touching. "It is like looking into a mirror, but you are flesh and blood and warm."
He blinked and nodded. "You look like me, like I dream myself to look."
"This is no dream, brother." Eric's lips pressed against his, warm and soft, undeniably real.
He gasped, blinking, lips parting in shock.
Eric's tongue slipped in and then out again, painting his bottom lip with moisture. The frown was back on his brother's face. "Surely you've been kissed before, brother?"
"I." He stopped and leaned back. His life in the dungeons had been simple. He had performed manual labor all day, given one trainer pleasure with his body while the other took his mouth, eaten and slept. He was Lord Arancione's slave, offered as such by his father, the king.
"Never kissed? Have you never known the pleasure of bodies either? Oh, brother, such things I have to show you, to teach you. What fun!"
Eric leaned in once more, pushing their lips together, tongue warm and wet as it teased at his lips. The sensation was fascinating, hot and tingly and...oh. He parted his lips farther, letting the touch comfort him. Eric's tongue slipped between his lips as before, into his mouth. Soft and warm and gentle, almost like a butterfly flitting here and there within his mouth; Eric was tasting him.
His breath was coming quick and light, tremors shivering along his skin. Oh. Oh.
Eric's hand slid along his cheek, cupping his face and tilting him just so. The warm tongue in his mouth pressed deeper, exploring thoroughly. One tear slid down his cheek as he moaned, leaning into the almost-familiar touch. His brother moaned, too, the sound vibrating against his tongue.
Valetto's tongue moved to meet his brother's, just tasting lightly. So odd. So familiar and strange all at once. A sweet sound filled his mouth and Eric's tongue slid along his and then retreated slowly, drawing him into his brother's mouth.
Oh! So hot! The heat surprised him, the sensation of tasting another's mouth fascinating. Eric made more noises of appreciation and pleasure, free hand sliding into his hair, petting him. That melted him, that warm, sweet touch, and he moaned, cuddling into his brother's arms. Eric pulled him close, skin so warm and soft against his own.
The kisses melted one into another, his brother not pushing for more, despite the heat and hardness of Eric's cock. He didn't know if he was aroused, but the comfort, the touch was addictive, so welcome and wonderful.
Eric stroked his back, fingers sliding over his spine from his neck to the top of his crease, over and over again.
"Oh." He shuddered, blinking over at this amazing man that looked so much like him. "So good."
Eric smiled. "I told you we'd have fun."
"You did." Valetto looked, blinked. "I don't know what to do, why I'm here. Do you know?"
His twin nodded. "You are my gift and my Lord's pleasure. I have no other duties but to please him and teach you how to do the same. I have my own servants and these are my rooms -- we can learn each other's bodies," Eric laughed. "Which will be like learning our own all over again, won't it?"
That laugh was infectious and he settled close, feeding off Eric's warmth. "I have not been found pleasing before. I am not sure I am able."
"Oh, you've already pleased me." Eric's arms settled around Valetto, pulling him to sit between his brother's legs, head on the thin shoulder that was so much like his own.
"And as for what to do -- we'll just start at the beginning and teach you everything. Trust me, I didn't spring into this world knowing what to do either -- my Lord has taught me how to please him and made me fly higher than I could even imagine was possible."
Tears rolled down his face and he nodded, wrapping himself in the comfort of touch. "I will do my best for you."
Eric kissed away his tears. "I know."
He was pulled down, curled against his brother. "Rest now, and then we'll eat, give you strength to enjoy what comes after kissing."
Valetto nodded, closed his eyes and, for the first time in recent memory, slept without dreams.
***
Liska kissed his cheek as the story finished and Verde purred at her.
"So many wonderful tales, such beauties who belong to the gods."
"My favorites are the ones with you both," murmured Melin.
Verde laughed, rubbing against his heart, his Marrone. "You are now a part of our myths, sweet ones. For generations they will speak of the children of Verde and Marrone who renewed the earth in our names."
"Us, honored ones?" Mikah's eyes were large, full of wonder.
"Indeed. Is it not so, my beloved Marrone?"
"It is. Do you not hear the spring coming? You will venture out and the spring flowers will ring with your names."
"Oh!" Liska rose, their own brave girl the first to venture toward the cave's mouth.
"Once you go this time will be as a dream," Verde told her softly. "But follow your heart and never forget the twin gods you will make your temple to."
She ran back to kiss him, to hug Marrone's strong neck. "I will never forget you," she insisted.
He laughed softly. It was not forgetting, not exactly, but it was not remembering either. "Go now. My beloved and I must coax the earth to renew her bounty."
He turned toward his beloved, his Marrone, arms reaching, trusting that Liska would lead the others out.
Marrone's fingers traced his cheek, dark eyes warm and wanton, focused on him and him alone. "What a pleasant wintering we have enjoyed, beloved."
"Yes, my beloved, but it is time to share ourselves with the world, to run through the forests and call forth the growth. I can feel it inside me."
"Time is the master of us all, brother. She moves through eternity."
"She demands you love me," he told his beloved twin, laughing softly. Perhaps that demand was really his own.
"And I do, with every inch of me." Marrone's horns grew, twisting, covered with soft fuzz.
Verde rubbed against his twin's strength, his body responding as it did to no other, his hands sliding over the proud horns.
"We should run, Verde. The grasses beg for your song."
"And for your hooves, my beloved." He pressed close, lips finding Marrone's.
Their kisses made the ground tremble, the grasses demanding their due.
And so they ran, Marrone's body firm and right between his thighs, spring welcoming them with bright sunshine and warm rain.
***
Time moved slowly in their grotto, inching along until a single of Verde's breaths that tickled his mane was an eon, lifetimes upon lifetimes.
Marrone reached out with a lazy hand, stroking the fine line of Verde's nose, the silk of Verde's hair. His twin was the most beautiful, the most beloved of all life.
Verde purred, nuzzling into his touch, body moving closer, rubbing. You are life, Beloved.
He purred, allowing his hands to explore, to trace the vines of life beneath the blessed skin. I am yours in all things.
All things? Verde's eyes lit up with dancing mischief.
Indeed. All things. He arched an eyebrow, curious now, time moving faster.
Did you see Violo's new favorite? That sweet muse was all muscles and long ringlets and heavy cock. Verde rubbed harder against him.
The one at our brother's knee? Yes, Beloved. I saw. Marrone drew Verde closer, moving one leg so their bodies could meet fully.
He would be fun to play with. To entice away.
Entice away? He smiled and took a kiss, teasing in return. Should we not just ask to play once our brother is finished with his toy?
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Verde laughed, the sound happy and wicked and tickling down his spine. “Where would the fun be in that, Beloved? He always teases so -- it would only be fair to tease back.” His words were spoken this time and Marrone answered in kind.
“Shall I deliver him to you? Let you seduce him away?”
“Let us seduce him away, Beloved -- I am nothing without you.”
He laughed, pleased and delighted, his mouth finding Verde's with a rich hunger, tongue pressing into the flavor of life. His Verde opened to him, always so eager for their rutting, offering himself over with a passion matched only by his own.
Marrone felt his antlers begin to grow, passion rising within him like sap. Most beloved!
Most beloved. Verde repeated, meaning Marrone, pushing against him now, fingers sliding over his antlers, knowing as no one else did exactly where to touch him.
He rolled atop Verde, moaning. How I need, brother.
His Verde's legs split, wrapped around his waist. I am here, Beloved. Take what you need.
Yes. His antlers were full and spread wide as he pushed inside Verde's heat, toes curling, mane caught in the wind.
Verde cried out, voice making the mountains tremble.
They moved together, rutted together, loved together with an unending passion that threatened to stop time, their hunger supreme.
Satyrs were born, springing up around them and joining in their rutting, petting and kissing them before turning to each other.
His body shuddered, shook, roars raising mountains as his pleasure peaked.
His Beloved's heat splashed between them, creation itself springing forth with joy.
He purred and pressed close, wrapped within and around his twin. Beloved.
Yes, my own. Verde kissed him long and slow.
“Shall we go cause trouble, Beloved?”
“Indeed. If nothing else, Violo's wrath makes his mouth sweeter.”
With a thought they vanished, leaving behind only Verde's laughter echoing within the deserted bower.
end.