Oh yes, I am VERY keen on spreading the love. XD XD XD I actually finished this the other night, but I only got to post it now. If you were looking for action in the previous parts to this one, you can find it here, hopefully.


Ten minutes past high noon, and there wasn’t a single light on in the flat — there didn’t have to be, with sunbeams pouring heat through every window. There was only one room in the whole lot where the blinds had been drawn shut, and still enough light filtered through the cracks to gouge out an eye or two.
Nothing was in its proper place in that part of the house. There were disassembled guns on the work table, a computer console merrily whirring away on the beaten-up office chair, clothes scattered all over the floor and two figures on a single bed. They shifted in and out of the glaring eyes of the sun from its peepholes among the blinds, invading the cool darkness with heat beyond the temperature outside the door.
There was nothing but madness to partake of with that first kiss, and he dove into the chaos willingly, seeking to draw out as much of Hikaru’s soul as he could with that first taste. Alistair pulled away with his lungs burning and his appetite barely satiated, and backed up only as far as he was willing to go, gazing into the flushed face of his partner across the bare centimeters that separated them… that beauty came to Alistair in pieces rather than a whole, continuously drawing his attentions helter-skelter with the sensory overload that it had to offer him.
Hikaru’s breath brushed across his ear and came out in quick, ragged gasps as Alistair filled the distance between them with his own presence, worrying at one nipple with his teeth and sliding his fingers downward across hot, feverish skin at the same time. The young man shivered beneath his touch when he reached that particularly sensitive part of his taut, slender body, and pushed himself up into Alistair’s waiting hand in earnest. The veteran dragoon had his wrists, holding them up over his head in one hand… it was a position of supremacy that Alistair was used to carrying out with any of his partners, and Hikaru was certainly no exception. Straining against his grip only heightened the experience for them both.
It was amazing, Alistair caught himself thinking in the sex-stained moments that followed, how one human could reach such heat in a very small period of time and at the hands of another person. His younger brother was hot and marvelously tight as always, and his mouth never tasted as fascinating as it did when Alistair drove into him at the same time, sparring with the other pilot’s tongue and pushing himself in as far as he could go.
Skin on skin and flesh on flesh, with the heady scent of sweat and lovemaking thick enough to haze all else. Alistair released Hikaru’s wrists to steady himself; the other pilot’s arms immediately coiled about his body and snaked downward, fingers raking his back and waking every bundle of nerves mapped across it. He pulled away from the kiss in time to hear his younger brother’s breathing, hitched with little catches and gasps, rise up in a moan and recede into crying out his name. They tumbled through the furnace and into a higher place together, tangled up lost and clumsy in each other’s arms.

The sun beyond and above their four walled space was just beginning its descent by the time coherency returned to Alistair’s thoughts, drawing himself up on one propped arm to look down at the young man slumped beside him among the sheets, just shy of folding back into a faithless embrace. The older pilot pushed all thought aside and slid his hand low across still-sensitive skin, taking satisfaction in the little sound of need that he heard from his partner a moment later in response.
“No fair,” Hikaru whispered at last, turning his eyes upward to look at him and smile; it was almost bright enough to distract the other pilot, turning him from noticing how worn out the younger soldier really was. Alistair turned away from that gaze and ignored the wordless protest written on his brother’s shoulders. Instead, he returned his fingers to a safer area than whatever lay lower than decency, brushing them across the bandages wrapped around Hikaru’s ribcage.
“You didn’t tell me you were injured.”
“Would it have changed anything if I had?”
“It might have. How did it happen?”
“Skirmish down at Skullspont. Shrapnel hit the Rache’s cockpit, and I wasn’t able to dodge it well enough.”
Alistair didn’t comment, only moved away and got up from the bed, crossing the room towards the electric fan. So far, this was the greatest number of words he and his younger brother had ever exchanged after coming together. He had meant to say a lot of other things, but with Hikaru shutting him out again there was nothing he could do. The other pilot was going on about as though nothing strange had happened between them.
“Good thing aniki didn’t come around this time. That incident was rather annoying.”
Alistair merely grunted in agreement. A few days ago, in a situation much like this one, Yasamu Shinta had called the both of them in the middle of it to cheerily announce that he was coming around in under ten minutes. This had merited a hasty breakaway from both parties to hide all evidence and halt what would be ‘suspicious activity’ to their brother. Thankfully, even though the two of them had been left frustrated for the rest of the evening, Yasamu hadn’t drawn up any conclusions or questioned what they had been doing together before his arrival.
Time went on with Hikaru filling the emptiness between them with reports that he had received from the front lines and menial details on what was going on right within CLOVER HQ; as adjutant of CLOVER SFU-010, this was the sort of thing he was made to talk about, and he was the type of person to talk about things like that no matter what the situation. Alistair made no comments, only listened with half an ear before disappearing into the shower, resigned to the revelation that indeed, his younger brother wasn’t about to tell him anything. When he came back, toweling his hair dry and letting the heat steam away all of his hard work in the shower stall, he found the bed empty and Hikaru gone, clothes and all.
What a good fuck toy. He leaves when he knows he isn’t wanted anymore.
Sex on a cold platter. This was what they had agreed to without having to say a word about it. This was what he had convinced himself as the only way that he could ever be together with the boy. Screw him, and treat each screw like a dream. No obligations were necessary — they weren’t possible, given the fact that they were brothers.
Natalia’s words mocked him, but deep within he knew it wouldn’t be the first time. Alistair moved out of his bedroom and into the sala, popping the fridge open and fishing one lucky bottle of beer among the many. He could carry on like this for a while, he figured as he kicked back on the couch and popped the cap off. If Hikaru could not, then it wasn’t as if a relationship like theirs was meant to last anyway.
Alistair downed the first bottle and opened the next, and it wasn’t long before none of his previous thoughts mattered for the rest of the day.


I'm 2-3 parts from finally wrapping up this installment, which, by the way, was written for the Gravity Kills universe. Call it a prelude to the project meant to come after Endtimes. :D

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;_____; That is so sad and cold. Nuuu!

Must Alistair be such a... such a... erm... cold seme? That's his brother too!
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;_____; That is so sad and cold. Nuuu!

Must Alistair be such a... such a... erm... cold seme? That's his brother too! <_< Somehow, the idea of treating your own brother just as a mere fuck toy sounds evil.

>_> But then again, talking really would make a mess out of everything. Maybe?

Anyway, great writing once again. XD The prose -- that's what Pao-ni calls it right? -- is lovely and catching~
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