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"Your hair now, brother. It lacks its usual glowing luster."
"Yes, brother. The dust has fallen for what feels like years."
"Two weeks, brother. It has felt like years, though. You are missed by all." Brash tilted
his head back, water pouring over him.
"Only so short a time?" The cool touch of the water made him gasp, smile.
"Only that, brother. But it is more than long enough to be lost away from us." Brash's
fingers rubbed his scalp as soap was worked through his hair, the touches a sweet
massage.
"Did my dear boy miss me?" He moaned, cock filling, even as tired as he was.
"Everyone misses you, brother. You are the center of us all." Brash poured more water
over his hair, rinsing it clear of soap. "I have missed you most of all."
"You are the only one who could call me from my work."
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"You needed the break, brother, or I would not have. I know that your work is of the
utmost importance. But you cannot find what we need if you are lost in the words." Brash
pressed their lips together. "I am here to help you find your way."
"Please. I am so very tired." He needed so very badly.
Brash kissed his forehead, and his nose, his lips. "I am here for you, brother."
"You always have been." From the very beginning.
"Since the beginning of time." Brash's body covered his, flesh hot, warming him.
"Yes. Since before memory." His fingers tangled in Brash's hair.
"Yes..." Brash's mouth covered his again, lips spreading his open so their tongues could
meet, and tangle together.
He had forgotten the succor here, the peace. The pleasure.
One of Brash's hands slid along the side of his face, fingers tracing his features as if
Brash were looking at him by touch. And still their mouths danced, loved. His Brash was
beautiful, shining behind his eyelids, glowing.
"I love your skin," Brash murmured, fingers continuing to explore Pandreas' face, his
neck, his shoulders. "I have never felt its like."
"It was made to be touched." He was made to love his brothers, his life.
"Mmm..." Brash agreed, mouth sliding over his cheek and then his jaw, lips and tongue
awakening each nerve they touched.
Pandreas laughed, the pure joy filling him, chasing away his exhaustion.
"Oh, brother, how could any evil penetrate when we have this between us?" His lover's
tongue tickled over his Adam's apple and the hollow beneath it. Then Brash's lips pressed
to the side of his neck, tongue flicking with his heartbeat.
"I do not know, but it has no place here, in our home, our lives. No place at all."
"We will drive it out, Pandreas. You and I and all our brothers." Brash's mouth continued
its journey downward, tongue-tip flicking across Pandreas' nipple. His skin drew up,
demanding, begging for Brash's touch. "I love every inch of you," murmured Brash.
"Every inch, my brother." Back and forth Brash's tongue flicked across his nipple, such
delicious torture.
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"Every... Brash. Beloved." His heart pounded against his ribs.
"Yes, every inch." Brash moved to his other nipple, lips wrapping around it and tugging it
up to hardness.
The world fell away. The only thing in his heart was his Brash, his direct connection to
the gods and all that was pure. Strong fingers slid across his belly, danced over his skin as
Brash hummed around his nipple, making his skin vibrate. He hummed in return, his
fingers exploring, touching, sliding over dark, smooth skin. Brash's groans filled the air
with a bass note, their song rising up together.
Tongue and lips followed Brash's fingers, moving on his belly, sometimes making him
laugh, but mostly making his need grow. Pandreas wrapped his legs around Brash's hips,
their bellies rubbing together, cocks hard as steel.
"You are too thin, brother," whispered Brash, fingers tracing his ribs as Brash licked at
his collarbones. Brash's hips moved, sliding their cocks against each other.
"You have said that always. That I forget myself." So warm. Home.
"Well, it is true, you do." Brash growled, though Pandreas knew there was no anger there,
only worry on his behalf. "I will remind you of your very flesh."
Brash slid down, leaving kisses along the way, the last one placed on the tip of his cock.
His cry surprised him, realizing again that even after so many years of pleasure, a simple
touch from Brash's lips could still make him ache.
"Mmm... no delicacy has ever tasted as good as the flavor of your pleasure." Again a kiss
slid over the tip of his cock, and then again. Then Brash's lips closed about him, his lover
sucking as if he would pull Pan's very life force from his body.
He could no more deny this pleasure between them than he could deny his own heart, and
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