Double Plus Good

One: For the Love of Big Brother

Excitement that raced up his spine. Nervousness that made him unable to keep still. Fear that made his hands tremble. Arousal that tightened his pants. He licked his lips, pushed the sweat from his brow through his hair, and checked his pocket for the unth time to make sure the box was there. And this was all before he popped from Hades to appear before the Gemini temple.

It had taken much for him to be granted this time away from Hades, especially because he was technically still under reprimand for failing the Emperor, but with much begging, pleading and outlandish promises to Empress Persephone, he had been granted until the sun centered the sky to return to Earth on this most special of occasions. After a plethora of thank yous, he began to cry, cry so terrible that it took a hard backhand from Minos across the face to make him come to his senses. Minos had glared hard, and said that he’d better not let anyone else see him with that expression or he’d never live it down. He knew that, of course he knew, and after wiping his face he glared just as hard back at Minos. Until he could not help but smile wide only a few seconds later.

How happy he was that this day finally arrived, and he was able to go and spend it with the one he loved best.

Cosmos muted to almost nothing, he crept into the Gemini temple, able to feel the trails of Cosmos that emitted from the two that currently shared the living quarters. It was a warm feeling that filled him, but also confused him, for both Cosmos felt identical. He knew twins shared a special bond, but he never thought that even their Cosmos could be the same. No matter, he thought with a grin, there was no way he could not tell the lover from the brother.

The door to the living quarters was open, another surprise. Guess since the truce was made between Athena and Hades the Saints had become more trusting of outside intrusion. Or perhaps Kanon had a sixth sense about certain unannounced visitors. Whatever the reason, he was glad, for that meant he could sneak up on them and give his love a grand morning hello.

Both Cosmos emitted from the bedroom that was bathed in early morning light. He stepped to the foot of the bed and stared at them, silently giving himself early congratulations that he would be able to tell them apart at a glace. How foolish he felt when he stared down at them and could not tell one from the other. They lie in a single bed together, facing each other, in perfect opposite symmetry. Even their mouths were open the same distance, and their blue hair fell identical around their heads. He knew their hair was different shades, one just slightly darker than the other, but in the light that shone from the window, there was no way he could tell.

Ever so slowly, with a close check on his Cosmos to make sure he did not wake them, he stepped to one side and gently brought down the blanket until both upper bodies were exposed. A smile came to his lips, for there was no way each of them could have identical scars. One quick glance would be all it took to tell his from the other. Eyes roamed, then widened, did a double-take, and he flinched slightly. Where were the scars? There was no way the marks of Scarlet Needle could be erased so easily, unless (he inwardly groaned) Athena had taken it upon herself to perfect their bodies when they were reborn. But Kanon was not reborn, just brought back! Athena did it just to make it more difficult for him to tell them apart; he knew she did.

But that did not deter him. Taking a deep breath and exhaling soundlessly, he pulled the blanket further down to expose their genitalia. It was little surprise that they slept nude in the same bed; he knew how close Kanon wanted to be with Saga, so it seemed that they patched up their differences. He refused to be jealous of the twin. So he looked at their flaccid cocks to pinpoint the one he grew hard just thinking about having between his lips.

Again he inwardly groaned. Even their bloody cocks were the same! Now he knew he could not tell them apart simply by using his eyes, which was a shame, because he would have to resort to physical action. Careful not to wake them, knowing that this action would wake them, he moved to the left side of the bed, sat down next to the sleeping figure, turned the head to face him, and leaned down. The lips he touched with his own were soft, tasting faintly of mint with a hint of morning. It tasted only slightly different than he remembered, so he thrust in a tongue to see if the reaction would be the same. There was a slight jerk from the face mere millimeters from his own, then green eyes opened wide. He knew right away that he was kissing Saga just from the way the lips and tongue moved with his own, but that did not make him stop, only put a hand behind the head and keep them locked together.

***

At first, Saga thought it a dream. Someone was kissing him, someone who was very skilled at using lips and tongue to arouse him from sleep. It was not Kanon, he knew that, but who could it be. The taste was clean, the lips soft and slightly larger than his own, and the way the tongue moved around his mouth made him want to respond in kind. He did, and decided to open his eyes, to see blonde hair, golden eyes and a monobrow, which made him flinch back. He no longer thought it was a dream, and with the confusion now cemented in the early-morning fuzz, he could not pull back from the mouth that continued to plunder. He wanted to ask, ‘Why are you kissing me? I’m not Kanon,’ but could no more pull away than it seemed the other could stop. So he let go of his inhibition and kissed back, thinking that his oh-so-sweet little brother was going to make them both pay dearly.

Was this his plan, or could he really not tell us apart?

He chuckled darkly into the mouth that would not let go.

***

Kanon shivered; he was cold. His hand automatically reached down to grab at the blanket, but could find no purchase. Slowly, he opened his eyes to see that the blanket had been thrown to the end of the bed and that his entire body was exposed to the air of the temple. A sound, a suckling noise, diverted his attention, causing him to turn his head to look at his brother. Upon seeing what befell them, his eyes opened wide, all sleep knocked instantly from him. Right there, right before him, was the answer to his midnight wish, the thing that caused his heart to race and his sleeping cock to awaken. His beautiful, wonderful, charming, enigmatic, thoughtful, sweet boyfriend, Rhadamanthys.

Eyes roamed from the top of the silky blonde hair, down to a perfectly formed bicep, then down the length of back he could see to the curve of an ass he could barely see. Excitement thrummed through Kanon as he stared, so happy, so utterly happy that his wish had come true. For the previous night, as he and Saga stared up at the stars, he made a secret birthday wish to the constellations to bring him the one he missed the most. It seemed someone, perhaps Athena, was listening, and delivered the package right on the morning of his thirty-first birthday. A miracle in and of itself, one Kanon felt so overjoyed at having, one he couldn’t wait to have. He stared, lost in memories of times they were together, of times he was held tightly by those strong arms, times he was kissed so sweetly by those lips, that were. . .

Kissing. His. Brother.

What the fuck?

He reached over with his left hand and slapped Rhadamanthys on the arm. The blonde and his brother parted lips and looked to him with smiles. “Why are you kissing my brother?” asked Kanon.

At Saga’s chuckle, he slapped his brother in the arm then pointed. “And why are you enjoying it?”

Saga turned his head away. “He is a great kisser.”

“I would not know,” began Kanon, rising to his knees. “He has not kissed me.” He reached over his brother to grab Rhadamanthys’ shirt, pull him close and lock their lips together. All the passion, love, need and want poured from his lips as he could feel the same being poured from the other. The heat and friction of lips and tongue only spurned Kanon on; he never wanted to let go of these lips for as long as time allowed. But he did, when other matters cut through his arousal.

Pulling back, he whispered, “You have not answered my question.”

Rhadamanthys smiled. “I could not tell you apart.”

“What? You could not tell me from my brother?”

“No. You are identical in every physical way.”

“I guess I should take that as a compliment.” Kanon pushed Rhadamanthys gently so that he had room to climb over Saga and off the bed. “Wait for us here. Come Saga.” He grabbed his brother’s wrist and pulled him from the bed.

“Where are we going?” asked Saga with surprise.

“Bathroom,” was the terse reply.

“Make yourself at home, I guess.”

Kanon turned to see that Saga had addressed Rhadamanthys, so he tugged on the wrist he held. “Less talk, more walk. Don’t worry about my boyfriend; he knows what to do.”

Kanon did not allow either of them to speak again, for he quickly pulled Saga into the washroom and slammed the door closed.

***

“I pee first. You brush your teeth.”

Saga obeyed on automatic. There was no deviation from their normal routine: one would use the toilet while the other used the sink, then they’d switch. The only difference this morning was that Kanon was humming to himself. Saga gazed fondly at his little brother while he brushed, happy his Kanon was so happy. The visitor was a surprise, to be sure, but the younger Gemini deserved to be blissfully happy on his birthday.

Since Kanon would be busy, most likely for the rest of the day, Saga’s thoughts turned to what he could do with himself. A nice, long, hot shower sounded excellent, so that would be the first thing he did. Once clean and refreshed, perhaps he would travel up to the Cancer temple and bother Deathmask for a well-cooked breakfast. He laughed inwardly at the picture his mind supplied of what Deathmask’s expression would be when he showed up. The man had been cooking for the past few days for the party tonight in honor of the Gemini birthday; to have one of those said Gemini’s come to his house and ask for breakfast would annoy the Cancer to no end. Saga knew that, which was why he would do it. It felt good to be close enough to someone where you don’t care how annoying you are to them. Once done with breakfast, perhaps he would take a walk around Sanctuary to admire the beauty that was their home. It had been too long since he had just stopped to enjoy the scenery. Maybe he would take advantage of the Kyokou’s private spa. That was always the place he most enjoyed while he rules Sanctuary, and now that he was just another ordinary Saint, going back there was more of a special treat. Perhaps after that he would go and visit everyone, have coffee or tea, find out how everyone is doing, chat for a while. Even though he had been speaking with the others more now than ever in the past, he felt he wanted to speak to them more, get to know them even better than he did. Since returning from Hades he found he cared very much for the other Saints. Although thinking of one particular Saint made his insides quiver.

They switched places, and Saga turned his eyes back to Kanon. When he saw Kanon dampen a washcloth and run it over his genitals, Saga cocked an eyebrow.

“What are you doing?”

Kanon looked up with a grin so big it showed off his now-cleaned, white teeth. “Cleaning myself.”

“Just there?”

“It’s the only place that needs it. Oh, and back here, too.” Kanon proceeded to wash himself back there.

Saga flushed, then joined his brother at the sink to wash his hands. When Kanon reached out toward him with the washcloth, Saga jumped.

“Now what are you doing?”

“Cleaning you. You don’t really think I’m going to allow you to skip out on this, do you? Now take your hands away and let me wash you.”

“Do you really think he wants me to join you? You haven’t seen each other in months.”

“Him? He won’t mind. I think that, besides having a super amount of Cosmos, a prerequisite to becoming a warrior of the gods is to be a total sexual deviant. Now move your hands.”

With a reluctant sigh, Saga moved hands that had unknowingly sprung to cover his crotch, knowing full-well that there was no way his brother was going to allow him to leave without being well-fucked. Especially not when Kanon was so ready he looked about to burst. Guess his plans for the day just flew out the proverbial window.

Saga watched as Kanon spread lube from a tube they kept there on two fingers, then bent over the sink to slick his entrance. It was done so quickly that as Saga reveled in the erotic sensations the sight brought, he was unprepared for when Kanon pushed him down against the sink.

“What? Kanon?”

“Gotta prepare you too, big brother.”

Saga grunted as those fingers filled him, the sensations as pleasurable as it always was. He believed it was just for spite that Kanon deliberately stroked his prostate, causing Saga to cry out through clenched teeth and push back just a bit to receive more. With a chuckle, Kanon retreated, then pat Saga on the small of the back.

“I can’t wait any more, Saga. Let’s go.”

Saga rose, grimaced at his evil twin, then followed to the door. Before they exited, he touched his brother on the shoulder.

“Don’t be too excited, Kanon.”

“I can’t help it, Saga. You know how much I’ve wanted to see him. This is like a dream come true.”

Saga smiled. “And you are certain you want to share this dream with me?”

Kanon kissed Saga gently on the mouth. “Of course I do. Besides,” he added with a grin, “it’s your birthday, too.”

“That it is.”

A moment passed between them where they just looked at each other and smiled, a moment filled with the silent acknowledgement that no matter what happened ever in their lives, they would now and forever love each other with all their hearts. Even if both of them were already in love with another. That thought passed between them also, until Kanon opened the bathroom door. They stepped back into the room, looked once more at each other, then at the bed.

“Oh my,” said Saga.

***

The sight before him made his dick so hard it hurt.

On the bed lay Rhadamanthys, fully naked, one hand gently teasing a large erection. Kanon watched rapt the way the fingertips brushed slowly down the shaft, then moved lightly across the ball sacs to resume back up the shaft again and slowly tease the head. He moved his eyes slowly up the length of the sexy body, watching how the stomach shuddered, how the strong chest heaved, and how the face was turned on its side so that it was facing his direction. The cheeks were flushed, the eyes were closed and the mouth was open just enough to take in gasps of breath. It was the most erotic thing Kanon had seen since returning to Sanctuary, and it made him realize with painful clarity just how much he missed this man.

Grabbing Saga by the wrist, he rushed to the bed, where he climbed on and, not saying a word, brought his face centimeters away from Rhadamanthys’. He wanted this man and he wanted him now, but he would not disturb the trance-like state of the other’s masturbation. The shift in the air must have been all that was needed for the Wyvern to open his eyes. Kanon saw the want, need, excitement and love reflected in those half-lidded orbs.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked with a smile.

A shiver of pleasure raced up Kanon’s spine at the deep, sexy timbre of Rhadamanthys’ voice. “Yes,” he answered, “but I’d rather have that thing inside me.”

“Mm.”

Kanon leaned down and pressed their lips together, thrusting out his tongue to meet its mate, kissing for all he was worth. He could have continued for the rest of the day, like they had on many previous occasions, but his straining cock told him that kissing all day was not an option. When he pulled back, he spent just a moment staring at his gorgeous boyfriend, before looking up at Saga.

“Saga. Come.”

Saga joined them on the bed; Kanon pushed him onto his back.

“Kanon? What are you doing?”

Kanon straddled his brother, deliciously rubbing their cocks together, then hooked his arms beneath Saga’s knees. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m going to fuck you?”

“What, no foreplay?”

“Don’t need it.”

“What if I need it?”

“I. Don’t. Care.”

Rhadamanthys came up behind Kanon and ran hands over Kanon’s back. The younger Gemini pushed into those hands, then fell against a warm back while the hands came to his chest. He moaned as he pushed back his ass, asking with his body what he wanted from the Spectre.

“Hey, wait a minute.” Saga’s voice cut through Kanon’s thoughts. “I’m the older one. Why am I the bottom?”

Kanon smiled down at his trapped brother. “You know us Gemini’s are always the bottom,” he replied. “Besides, do you really think I’d let him inside you before me? The kiss was bad enough.”

Saga smiled. “Point taken.”

Kanon positioned himself at Saga’s entrance. “Take this point,” he said, and thrust inside in one fluid motion.

“Ah!” Saga cried out. His hands fisted the bed sheets.

It felt so good to be inside his brother, tight yet slick because of the preparation. He held himself as still as he could so that he could be filled, and then they would begin.

“Um, shouldn’t I use some lube or something?” asked Rhadamanthys.

“No lube. You’re not that big,” answered Kanon with impatience.

“I’m bigger than you.”

“TouchP.”

Kanon felt pressure only slightly before he was completely filled. He cried out sharply and would have fallen atop Saga if it weren’t for the arm holding him up. Ah, so good, the sensation of being full, complete, like he was missing a piece of himself that only now was whole again, and it felt so wonderfully, deliciously good. Tears sprang to his eyes, tears from a heart overflowing with love. By the gods he loved this man! And knowing Rhadamanthys felt the same made their union all the more magical.

They began a rhythm, a cadence, of pushing in and pulling out, moving as one single unit instead of three separate bodies. The pleasure Kanon felt from both ends was maddening, a sensation he had never felt before because this was his first threesome. He ran his hands frantic over Saga’s chest, rolling taut nipples between forefinger and thumb, relishing the way the action made his brother moan. The other hand was wrapped backward around Rhadamanthys, not only to keep himself steady but also because he wanted to touch his lover with a desperate ache. Touch and never let go. Force the man to crawl inside him so that they could become one. If only he had that ability. Kanon groaned, and his boyfriend chuckled deeply.

“I love being so deep inside your tight body,” said Rhadamanthys in his sexy, low voice.

Kanon groaned again. “Your British accent is sooo sexy.”

Again a chuckle. “I know. That is why I speak to you while we make love.”

“Noooo,” Kanon whined. “Don’t talk to me. You’ll make me cum.”

“Oh, and that’s a bad thing?”

“Saga gets to cum first. He’s the eldest.”

Rhadamanthys chuckled again. “As you wish, my love.”

“Mmmm.” Kanon purred and leaned back against the strong chest. The hand that had been teasing Saga’s nipples now moved down to the unattended cock, because Kanon knew that even though he wanted Saga to cum first, he was barely hanging on to his own orgasm. He wrapped his hand around the cock and began to pump with vigor, just the way he knew Saga liked it. By the loud moan he received, he knew he was doing it right.

***

Kanon’s hand was magic, but it wasn’t enough. Kanon’s dick was filling him completely, like it had when they fucked in the past, but it wasn’t enough. They, his brother and the Wyvern, were beautiful together, enough that if they were porn stars Saga would have already shot his load, but it wasn’t enough. Watching Kanon so happily enthralled with a lover made Saga realize his own feelings. And while the pleasure ran rampant throughout his body, it still was not enough.

Kanon had his head turned to the side to meet Rhadamanthys, but their mouths could not quite touch, so their tongues jutted out to meet in air and battle. It was more like a dance than a battle, a much-perfected dance, and as beautiful as it was to watch, Saga could not bring himself to that height of pleasure. He knew what would work, what always worked, and so he closed his eyes, and daydreamed. It was not Kanon filling him, but somebody else, somebody whom he had loved for so many years, yet somebody who he knew he could never be with. Still, picturing him inside him, filling him, his hand on Saga’s cock, his face peering above him with shimmering eyes filled with lust and love was enough to send the rolling waves of pleasure escalating. He would lean down and ever so gently kiss Saga, then whisper those three sweet words that Saga longed to hear befall his lips. That would be all it took, that was all it took, and Saga came in bright flashing waves of white light with his name buried on his lips, for he knew not to cry out another’s name, especially when Kanon was already aware of Saga’s feelings. The loud cry he did make was wordless.

Saga slumped against the bed, legs still held by Kanon as Kanon continued to pound into him. His body tingled with orgasm afterglow as a languid smile came to his lips. He watched Kanon’s and Rhadamanthys’ pace speed up, until his brother held still and came in a gushing wave of warmth into Saga’s flesh. Not a moment later, the Spectre joined him, Kanon’s name whispered in a growl. Breathing heavily, they stilled for only a moment to lock lips, then fell to the side, Kanon beside Saga, Rhadamanthys beside Kanon.

Though blissed with orgasm, Saga felt a bit disheartened. Knowing that he was without love while he could clearly feel the love that poured from the other two made him not want to spend too much time lying in the bed. Besides, he wanted to give his brother as much time as he could to be alone with the one Kanon loved. Saga looked down on himself, cum in trails on his chest and stomach, not to mention the juices that dripped from his backside.

“Ugh. I need to get cleaned up.”

Kanon threw a box of tissues that had been on the nightstand beside Kanon’s side of the bed, hitting Saga in the side. Saga grimaced at his brother. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Kanon’s voice sounded sleepy and content. Rhadamanthys had his head pillowed on Kanon’s chest and was currently being pet.

With a loud sigh, Saga pulled out a few tissues and hastily wiped the cum from his body, ignoring for the moment the squishy feeling between his ass cheeks. “I’ll go make us some coffee.”

“Great idea,” said Kanon. “You know how I like mine. He likes his eight sugars and cream.”

“You want some coffee with that cream and sugar?” asked Saga, amused and a bit surprised. He knew the Wyvern had a sweet tooth from what Kanon had told him, but eight sugars? Cavity central.

“Leave my sweet boyfriend alone, brother,” admonished Kanon with a smile.

Saga just shook his head. He slid from the bed and retrieved his robe that hung on a hook near the bathroom door, slipped into it, and stepped from the room. Before exiting the bedroom, he turned back around once to look at the two lying in the bed. A warmth filled him at seeing how happy his little brother was, but beneath that was a pang of sadness, for he knew that as Kanon was happily in love and loved just as much, the same could never be said of Saga.

As the coffee brewed, Saga decided he needed a bit of fresh air.

((note - the title and titles of each chapter are titles of Eurythmic songs from the movie 1984))