Spinning Fate's Threads

Sorry this is so short. And evil.



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Abel had stuffed his head under the pillow and consequently didn’t hear anyone approach the bed. He was sleepy and his body felt heavy but still very, very good. Oddly enough he also seemed to be more aware of his own body, could almost feel the thread count of the lush, heavy sheet underneath his bare chest. He was even exceedingly aware of the softness of his own hair as it brushed along his back and one shoulder. He stretched and tried to move his arms only to find them bound to the headboard of the bed apparently. He tugged and found himself bound hard and fast. He didn’t try to pull any harder, afraid he’d break the bed and since he wasn’t in any place he could call home he didn’t want to damage someone else’s property. He made a confused sound, trying to figure out how this had happened. Hearing a low chuckle right next to him he tried shaking the pillow off of his head and only partially succeeding, leaving half of it hanging.



Abel felt another person’s weight settle in behind him on the bed. “Finally awake, I see,” purred a very familiar voice into his uncovered ear.



“Gun, what . . .” he began, confused as to why Gun would tie him to the bed. He felt the bed shift and knees press into either side of his hips, long legs running along either side of his own and someone sitting on his thighs.



“Hmmm. Close, very close, but not quite right,” the other person said, running their hands along his shoulders.



“Hunt?!” Abel almost squeaked in surprise. “What in heaven’s name are you doing?”



“A warm up,” he chuckled, teeth nibbling gently on the exposed ear. Fingertips sliding gently along Abel’s shoulders and back, tracing random patterns on his skin before placing his hands more firmly on his body. Warm hands drifted over pale skin, touching gently, rubbing in widening circles across the expanse of Abel’s back.



Abel squirmed and arched up into the touch, not really certain why but knowing it felt mind blowingly good just to have physical contact with another person.



Hunt brushed Abel’s hair away from his back, letting his fingers run through the moonlight strands. “A blessing from the Mothers always makes someone hypersensitive. Seemed a shame to waste it. Especially since you’ve been touch deprived for centuries.”



Abel opened his mouth to protest that statement but upon thinking about it he really couldn’t deny what had been said. He really had been touch deprived for centuries. He also knew there was something incredibly wrong about enjoying Hunt’s knowledgeable caresses and kisses when he was romantically interested in his brother but he couldn’t seem to stop his reaction.



Hunt’s lips wandered leisurely down the side of Abel’s neck, pausing occasionally to place little licks or light bites along the sleek expanse. Abel squirmed, pressing his hips more firmly into the mattress and biting into the edge of the pillow as the other man’s tongue made its way down the slope of one shoulder to the long marks on his back where his wings emerged. He whimpered, digging his short nails into the wood of the headboard and worried he’d splinter it if this kept on much longer. He was already harder than he had ever been in his long life, his body enjoying the sensual contact while his brain denied any true enjoyment of it.



“Mmmm. I knew you’d be delicious. I usually have very little interest in other men but you, my dear Abel, are far too lovely to pass up,” Hunt said, letting his hair brush along Abel’s side and up his back a little as he bit gently into the skin over his spine.



Hunt smiled as Abel squirmed underneath him before sensing someone watching. He looked up from the feast of flesh under him to grin at his brother who was standing frozen in the doorway to the bathroom.



For his part, Gun wasn’t sure if he should be aroused or offended that his twin was sensually torturing someone he was interested in. It wasn’t as though it was an unusual phenomenon, they had shared before but it had been few and far between as Hunt was more inclined to women than he was. Gun wasn’t so certain he wanted to share Abel with his brother. For one thing, though Abel was no where near being physically fragile he was emotionally so and he didn’t want the other man to think they were toying with his affections. Still, it was quite sensual to watch what looked for all the world like himself with Abel without benefit of looking into a mirror.



“Ah, like that is it?” Hunt said, tilting his head to study his brother for a moment. His lips quirked up and he released the ties holding Abel’s wrists so the other man could turn over.



Abel lay on his back, watching the two men who were mirror images of one another. Gun strode from the bathroom doorway to the bed, setting one knee on it before grabbing his twin by the hair and pulling him forward.



“You are such an evil bastard.”



Hunt smirked. “Of course I am and it’s why you love me,” he said, placing an open mouthed kiss on his brother’s lips.



Gun moaned a little, he had to admit Hunt’s kissing skills were exceptional as the other man nipped at then sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. His hands tangled more firmly in Hunt’s unbound hair and tugged him closer.



Abel could do nothing but stare helplessly at the two of them, feeling himself harden to the point of pain. They were so incredibly beautiful, with Gun’s hands buried in Hunt’s hair and Hunt’s hands sliding down Gun’s back to clutch at the upper swell of his behind. There had to be something stunningly wrong with him, he thought. Watching them kiss while leaning over him had to be one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen in his long life. He was fairly certain there was some special corner of hell reserved for him because of that.