Silent Accord
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M through R › Repo! The Genetic Opera
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Adult +
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Silent Accord
Silent Accord
Fists clenched, ensnaring handfuls of linen as layers of clothing were torn away. No courtesy was paid to the damages which were carried out, not to clothing and certainly not to skin.
Luigi was drunk. Pavi did not mind, because it meant his injuries would be far less critical by the end of this night. Slurring out obscenities in a mix of Italian and English, the older Largo brother ripped off his own shirt, sending buttons flying, and he yanked away the ascot around his neck as though attempting to strangle himself.
He descended the mattress, grabbing forcefully at Pavi’s arms and pinning them to the side. Clearly the older man did not need any help in removing his brother’s clothes. Of course, he wanted to do everything himself. He must always have control.
Anything you want, brother. Just for tonight, anything you want…
Pavi took the opportunity when the hands pinning him down pulled away. He wrapped his arms around his brother’s torso, fingernails digging deep into skin. Slowly, deliberately, he dragged the nails, feeling his fingertips brush over old and new scars. A loud grunt sounded in his ear and teeth bit into the junction between his shoulder and throat. Sighing in satisfaction, Pavi did not speak, as his voice would remind Luigi that this was no gentern or starlet. As high pitch as his voice was, Pavi still sounded like a man.
A strong hand grasped his masked face to turn his head, and Pavi knew there would be bruises unseen by all but felt by him. Perhaps this was the real reason his brother took him. The youngest Largo son always wore a mask, and so despite his bravado and flamboyance, he could still keep a few secrets.
And if this secret were ever revealed, Luigi would have his head. And his balls.
The claw marks were one of the few gestures Luigi allowed, and he moaned as nails scraped against the small of his back. Eventually, however, he tired of this too, and he stopped nibbling at his brother’s neck long enough to turn Pavi over onto his stomach. Pavi heard the familiar sound of a zipper, and he licked his black lips as he prepared himself for the inevitable. The slight pain and overwhelming pleasure of entry was accentuated by the sting of raven hair being grasped at the root and tugged sharply. He arched his back as Luigi bit the nape of his neck, and he keened in response to the divine ache swelling up inside him. Always Luigi wanted this position, riding from behind without having to see his brother’s face, and any idiot would have assumed the reasoning was because he did not care to be reminded that it was his brother he was fucking.
But Pavi knew better.
He had heard the excuse before. With the hair, the mannerisms, and above all the face, his brother could think of him as a woman. As he remained flaccid against the relentless, violent advances, the notion played over and over in Pavi Largo’s brain and made him smile in secret.
~ Fini
Fists clenched, ensnaring handfuls of linen as layers of clothing were torn away. No courtesy was paid to the damages which were carried out, not to clothing and certainly not to skin.
Luigi was drunk. Pavi did not mind, because it meant his injuries would be far less critical by the end of this night. Slurring out obscenities in a mix of Italian and English, the older Largo brother ripped off his own shirt, sending buttons flying, and he yanked away the ascot around his neck as though attempting to strangle himself.
He descended the mattress, grabbing forcefully at Pavi’s arms and pinning them to the side. Clearly the older man did not need any help in removing his brother’s clothes. Of course, he wanted to do everything himself. He must always have control.
Anything you want, brother. Just for tonight, anything you want…
Pavi took the opportunity when the hands pinning him down pulled away. He wrapped his arms around his brother’s torso, fingernails digging deep into skin. Slowly, deliberately, he dragged the nails, feeling his fingertips brush over old and new scars. A loud grunt sounded in his ear and teeth bit into the junction between his shoulder and throat. Sighing in satisfaction, Pavi did not speak, as his voice would remind Luigi that this was no gentern or starlet. As high pitch as his voice was, Pavi still sounded like a man.
A strong hand grasped his masked face to turn his head, and Pavi knew there would be bruises unseen by all but felt by him. Perhaps this was the real reason his brother took him. The youngest Largo son always wore a mask, and so despite his bravado and flamboyance, he could still keep a few secrets.
And if this secret were ever revealed, Luigi would have his head. And his balls.
The claw marks were one of the few gestures Luigi allowed, and he moaned as nails scraped against the small of his back. Eventually, however, he tired of this too, and he stopped nibbling at his brother’s neck long enough to turn Pavi over onto his stomach. Pavi heard the familiar sound of a zipper, and he licked his black lips as he prepared himself for the inevitable. The slight pain and overwhelming pleasure of entry was accentuated by the sting of raven hair being grasped at the root and tugged sharply. He arched his back as Luigi bit the nape of his neck, and he keened in response to the divine ache swelling up inside him. Always Luigi wanted this position, riding from behind without having to see his brother’s face, and any idiot would have assumed the reasoning was because he did not care to be reminded that it was his brother he was fucking.
But Pavi knew better.
He had heard the excuse before. With the hair, the mannerisms, and above all the face, his brother could think of him as a woman. As he remained flaccid against the relentless, violent advances, the notion played over and over in Pavi Largo’s brain and made him smile in secret.
~ Fini