From Dusk Til Dawn

DISCLAIMER OF DOOM: I do not own Seth or Ritchie Gecko. You have been warned.

Author's Notes: This has to do with MALE ON MALE SEX, which I happen to LOVE!
so don't sue me if you don't like it. All I have to give are some broken
mechanical pencils and a composition book. Sorry. Z?

Thingies: Takes place in the hotel room after Ritchie goes psycho on the hostage and kills her.

"Do you understand me?" Seth Gecko yelled at his brother.
"Do you fucking understand me?" he repeated grabbing the othe man and throwing him against the hotel wall.
"Say it, Ritchie! Seth I fucking understand you!" Seth screamed at him, their faces inches apart.
"Seth, I fucking understand you." Ritchie echoed weakly, his voice garbled by Seth's hands on his cheeks.
"Good." Seth said quietly, loosening his grip on his brother's face so that he was cupping it gently. He paused, watching his brother's face intently. He was still tense, panting slightly and waiting for the next move.
Seth removed his right hand and Ritchie cringed, waiting for the blow that would never come. Instead, Seth ran his thumb down the line of his brother's jaw and tilted his head up to face him. Ritchie only had time to look at him questioningly before Seth leaned in and brushed his lips against his brother's. Startled by this new turn of events, Ritchie just sat back and let his brother's mouth roam where it wanted. First sliding his tounge over his lower lip, then planting tender kisses on his cheeks, then nibbling on his earlobe finally coming to rest on his lips again. This time Ritchie hesitanty opened his mouth and led his tounge slide across his brother's. With more gentle strokes of his tounge, Seth encouraged his brother to open again and persuaded his brother's tounge to chase him home. Tentitive at first, but with growing boldness, Ritchie explored Seth's mouth, licking alone his gumline then tangling breifly with his brother. Ritchie slid his hands down Seth's sides and let them rest on his hips, drawing them closer together.
With sudden boldness, Seth forced a leg inbetween his brother's, pressing a cloth encased hard-on against Ritchie's own. Ritchie inhaled sharply and tilted his head back, enjoying the sensations produced when he started grinding his hips against Seth's. Seth growled low in his throat and moved closer to Ritchie, ghosting his lips on his neck. Starting just under Ritchie's earlobe he slid down the length of his neck. Teeth, tounge, and lips blazing a firey trail to his collarbone. Ritchie moaned with pleasure and tilted his head farther, inviting him to do it again. "You like that?" Seth whispered hoarsly. Ritchie only whimpered softly and clutched at Seth's hips as he
began to trace patterns with the tip of his tongue. Seth slid his hands sensually up Ritchie's chest to his shoulders and slipped them inside the black jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and onto the floor. Still delicatly nibbling the flesh of his brother's neck, he went to work on the buttons of the dress shirt he wore.
Struggling to keep up, Ritchie reciprocated by reaching in front and tugging on the snap of Seth's pants, succeeding in getting it undone before his brother noticed what he was doing. Seth growled again, slamming Ritchie into the hotel wall and sinking his teeth into the other man's neck. Ritchie cried out, scrabbling at the leather vest Seth wore, the shuddered as he soothed the harsh bite with a roll and flick of his tongue.
Finally frustrated, Seth pulled back and started to fumble with his brother's buttons in ernest. Ritchie leaned placcidly against the wall, watching his brother with some amusement. Seth looked shot him an sheepish grin. Ritchie smirked and pushed his brother off the wall, guiding him towards the couch. He paused briefly, undoing his buttons in a matter of seconds. He slid one sleeve off, then the other, still grining seductively at his brother. "Fucking A, Ritchie. Get your ass over here." Seth said, exasperated. He sauntered over to Seth and pushed him down onto the couch, then climbed akwardly on top of him.
They kissed with growing intensity, their tongues fighting fiercely for dominance. Seth hands wandered over his brother's chest, tugging at nipples, tickling ribs, finally coming to rest in Ritchie's lap. He rubbed the hot bulge he found there and Ritchie gasped, breaking the kiss. Seth grinned and began to undo the snap, having far less trouble with these zips then the shbuttbuttons. He slipped his fingers into the waistband and slid them down over his hips along with his boxers. Ritchie's cock sprang to attention in front of him. Seth gave a little chuckle as he ghosted his fingertips over Ritchie's length. "What?" Ritche gasped at the touch. "Nothing." Seth replied and engulfed him whole. Ritchie moaned and clutched at his brother's shoulders, lost in this new sensation. He rose halfway to his knees to buck into Seth's mouth. He expertly swallowed him whole, swirling his tongue around the head when he pulled out. "How did he get so talented?" Ritchie wondered vaugely, then tensed, poised on the brink of release. "Ah, not yet." Seth said with a self-satisfied grin. Ritchie cried out softly at the abandonment of that hot, wet cavern.
Seth took him gently, but firmly by the hips and laid him down on the couch, then stood up and shucked jacket, vest and trousers, kicking his shoes against the wall. His brother watched him with intrest, enjoying this artless strip show. He kicked off his own shoes as Seth took ahold of his pant cuffs and pulled his pants and boxers the rest of the way off. Shedding his own boxers almost as an afterthought, he moved to the couch and knelt between his brother's knees. He carrassed the inside of Ritchie's thighs, watching amusedly as they jumped ticklishly. "Stop that." Ritchie sighed and pulled his brother down on top of him, forcing his tongue into the other man's mouth. Both moaning at the feel of skin against skin, they slithered against each other, dragging fingertips and mouths down torsos and thighs.
Ritchie reached on hand down to stroke Seth's until now neglected erection. "Seth," he began, "I want you... inside of me." He finished and looked up at his brother to gauge his reaction. "You mean that?" He asked. "Well, yes. Isn't that what you want... brother?" He said with a seductive smile. Seth groaned and a shudder coursed through him. Ritchie hooked one leg over the back of the couch and let the other drape over the edge to allow his brother full access to their desires. He sat back between Ritchie's knees, eyes on his brother's face. He slicked on digit in his mouth and slid it down the cleft of Ritchie's buttocks, gently probbing the tight ring of muscle he found. "Relax, Ritchie." He instructed him. Slowly he breached the barrier and began to thrust gently. "How's that?" he asked. "Another one." Ritchie said, a tinge of pain creeping into his voice. Seth wet a second digit and slid it into his brother's clenching passage. Ritchie gasped and fought the cushions for a handhold. Ritchie moaned in response and thrust back on to his brother's fingers. Seth took this as a good sign and proceeded to add another finger. Ritchie squeezed his eyes shut, welcoming this third invader, streched to full capacity and emitting little pleased noises in time with Seth's thrusting fingers. "Enough!" Seth said impatiently and removed his fingers. Ritchie opened his eyes in time to see Seth position himself before he slid the head of his cock into him. Ritchie cried out sharply as he felt himself split. Seth pushed in a few inches further, then withdrew only to reenter anew in a thrust that took him all the way to the hilt. Both moaned aloud, reveling in the feeling of taking and being taken. Filling and being filled. Split and made whole by his brother.
Seth leaned low over Ritchie, kissing him tenderly. "How do you feel?" He asked, concern in his eyes. Ritchie cupped his face in his hands, "Fuck me." he said. With a shout, Seth plunged into his brother, capturing him and a bone jarring rythem. "Yes!" Ritchie cried, arching his back and tilting his hips to meet every thrust. "You are so fucking tight." Seth whispered his brother's praises into his collarbone. "Mmm, harder." Ritchie gasped. Seth reached down to steady his brother's hips as he thrust with more intensity. Spasms of pleasure and drops of sweat rolling down his spine. Ritchie rolled his hips up to meet his brother, then gave a gasping moan as Seth hit an internal button that set off fireworks behind his eyelids. He dug his fingernails into Seth's back, leaving broad red marks across his shoulder blades as he hit the same spot again and again.
Seth shifted his weight and wrapped his free hand around his brother's erection, pumping in time to his thrusts. Suddenly, Ritchie gave a sobbing cry and bit down on Seth's shoulder. He thrust once... twice... then caught himself and spilled his soul into his brother as his body pulsed around him. Ritchie's own submission spurted over Seth's hand and their stomachs. Seth emitted a satisfied groan and collapsed onto his brother, totally spent. "Goddamn I love you, we need to do this more often." He mumbled as he withdrew from his brother and curled up beside him, an arm thrown over his waist. "Definatly." Ritchie mumbled back, laying a finally kiss on his brother's lips.


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This is my first published slash story. I know it's alittle cliche but... I'm not that good a writer. Deal with it. Review and tell me what should be fixed please. Z?