The B in ABO stands for BROTHERS

[featheredflames]

After a long time of searching and tracking his brother down, Joshua Rosfield is finally bracing himself to come face to face with his brother. It has been years since the Night of Flames and the tragedy that befell their home thanks to their mother's treacherous betrayal. He himself had almost succumbed to his injuries and Clive had been tossed into the Sanbrequoi army without a second thought, branded and treated worse than a mutt with mange. When Cyril had told him the fate of his brother and the truth of what had happened that night, Joshua had wept till he could no longer squeeze another tear out of him. Fate had been unkind to them both, certainly, but Clive had endured a particular sort of suffering Joshua would not wish upon anyone.

And now...now that he was grown and could handle his own, he would save him. Somehow. The details were only half worked out, but if Joshua was good at anything it was coming up with a solution on the fly. Jote had been sent ahead and Joshua had reassured her he would be fine. That he would have to do this alone. Needed to.

There might be a beast that slumbered inside of his brother, but was that not true for every human? Beyond eikons and magicks there were primal urges and needs that had to be met. Society was not only tiered by those who were branded and not, but by their physical disposition. Joshua had presented as an Omega late in life, well into his teenage years, due to the trauma he had endured. It had been a struggle to come to terms with his body, to force the suppressant medicine down his throat along with everything else. His body always seemed to want to work against him, but it had always been that way, hadn't it? If it wasn't illness it was discomforting desires, the urge to submit himself to those of an opposite disposition...

No. He would be fine. He would corner Clive when he was alone, reveal himself and the two of them would leave together. There would be no mishaps, no hiccups or mistakes - he couldn't afford for there to be.

It is just outside Northreach that Joshua finds his brother alone, lost in thought, staring at the flames of a fire. The sight of the brand on his cheek makes his chest ache, but he would make this right. Somehow, he would save Clive...he just needed to convince him that he was who he said he was. Surely that would not be difficult to accomplish.

...But Clive was a soldier, and a good one at that. He would be a fool to sneak up on him...so Joshua doesn't. Making sure the coast is clear he moves to approach him, tattered hood down to show his face. He has remained hidden for far too long. It was now or never - he had to make his move.

"...Clive?"

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[featheredflames]

Clive makes the decision to remove his clothing and Joshua lets him do so without any hesitation. It is a relief honestly to see his brother operate without a sense or need to lower himself for Joshua's sake. Sure, he may be his Shield, but to Joshua they have always been equals, or, at the very least, Clive has been his better. Having the Phoenix as an eikon and in turn being the one who was to assume their father's throne meant nothing as far as Joshua was concerned.

He has no experience in such matters and the way Clive kisses and mouths at his skin while a rough, calloused hand finds his cock has him groaning out his brother's name louder than he means to. He is sensitive, body ever so reactive to his touch. Clive has barely done anything to him and yet his heart is racing, skin alight and warmed.

Founder help them both.

"Yes, I am yours...and how truly blessed I am...that the Founder saw to it to make you an Alpha."

Surely it was by design. It had to be.

[flamebrand]

The warmer Joshua gets, the stronger his scent seems to become. Enticing Clive to press closer, to cover him with his body, to claim him as Clive's body wills him to. His hands draw away, and he's straddling Joshua on the bed before he can truly register what he's doing, knees splayed with his own erection straining at the front of his dust-streaked trousers, peeling his bloodstained linen undershirt off in one fluid motion; the tanned skin and muscle under that layer is a map of scars and bruises, both old and fresh, and Clive lowers himself down before Joshua can be put off by the sight.

It's a relief, to press skin to skin. The fire within him attunes to the fire that Joshua radiates, and Clive breathes a soft moan of his own as aether flares wherever their bodies touch.

"Only for you," he murmurs, and kisses the sentiment into Joshua's mouth. Sloppier this time, greedier. His touch snakes back down again, this time moving to do away with the last of Joshua's clothes, blindly tugging fabric down the sinful narrowness of Joshua's waist, past the soft, pale skin of Joshua's thighs.

Halfway done (and too impatient to finish the undressing), Clive hitches Joshua's hips up and tests his brother's willingness to let him trace along the heat of his entrance. Again, he isn't slick the way omegas would be when they're in heat (or, at least, that's what Clive has heard about omegas), but just the thought of being inside his beloved brother makes him see stars.

"Have you felt empty, Joshua?"

His sweet, perfect bird. Clive is almost out of his mind again, with how much he wants him. He pets between Joshua's legs again, rubbing the flat of his middle along his warmth.

"Have you ever touched yourself here?"

[featheredflames]

Flames but his brother's mouth is obscene. His own parts for a brief moment, in a bid to speak and reply, but a soft moan instead of words forms instead. Their aether matches in a way he's never felt before, at least not with anyone else. Sure, when they were children there was a clear affinity they had for one another, that Clive had taken the Phoenix's gift he'd imparted to him with ease...but now it becomes apparent its always run far deeper than that.

Joshua may not be slick and wet the way he has been in the past, when his first heat had come and made life unbearable until it had passed, but that did not mean his body was unresponsive. Clive's scent is heady and the weight of him welcome and warm. His face flares as attempts again to answer, swallowing hotly as his tongue finally works the way it is intended to.

"I have felt empty ever since we were parted." Which was true, although back then the hole Clive had left in his life was of a different nature. "And...I have touched myself enough to bring about relief."

Embarrassing to admit, but what was the point of embarrassment when he was on his back, ready to give himself to his brother?

"I have never been taken, if you wish to know."

[flamebrand]

There's a furnace in Clive's chest, and it's fueled by Joshua's presence in a way that he's never felt until now. The fire of the Phoenix, coupled with something... else, an inferno in his blood that he doesn't have a name for.

But he isn't thinking about what to call his aether right now: his hindbrain latches on the lurid fantasy of Joshua's slim fingers pumping in and out of his slick heat, his pretty face flushed with unsated need. The fact that he's remained untouched until now, too, makes that feral, hungry creature under his skin growl.

Clive can feel Joshua growing more pliant under him, and he teases the pressure of his finger inwards, just enough to suggest the possibility of dipping inside.

"Then I'll be your first."

Another biting kiss, with his tongue laving along Joshua's bottom lip. As if he wants to consume him, gobble him up from head to toe.

"My lovely bird. I'll fill you so that you'll never feel empty again."

[featheredflames]

The more Clive wishes to take the more Joshua wants to give. The eikon within him is stirring, its presence a heated simmer beneath his skin that flares the more he's touched. Oh how easy it is, to sink beneath Clive's weight, back against the thin mattress and simple linens. It isn't the most glamerous place to have his first time, but it is leagues above being taken in the woods. They have privacy, a clean room, and one another.

That, truly, is more than Joshua thought he could ever ask for.

There is a hunger to Clive that makes itself apparent as he teases him, drawing out a whimper of need from him as he kisses him fiercely. His first. He is so lucky, truly. So many would have jumped at the opportunity to mate with him if his suppressants weren't as effective as they were.

"Ah, Clive...please..."

It's strange how reactive his body already seems to be, nipples perky and his backside starting to grow slightly damp the more Clive prods at his entrance. There's an aching need now, growing within. He needs Clive to take him...but luckily for Joshua he would not have to wait much longer.

[flamebrand]

So many would still jump at the opportunity to bed Joshua, and Clive knows that. Right here, in this brothel, there are bound to be men who would gladly give the last of their possessions for the chance to spend a night with Joshua singing underneath them.

But it's Clive that Joshua is pleading with, Clive that Joshua is responding to so sweetly. The reality of that makes Clive strain in his trousers, greedy and transfixed; his wandering mouth finds the dip of Joshua's neck again, where it meets his smooth shoulder, and his teeth sink in dangerously close to the yet-unbroken patch of skin that would mark Joshua as his forever.

Not yet, he tells himself, though every nerve in his body yearns to bite. He slides down further, catching one pert nipple between his lips, sucking on it gently as he works that thick digit inside his brother's tight, inviting entrance, obliging please with every intention of making Joshua want more.

"So warm," he hums. "Relax for me, Joshua."

[featheredflames]

He is truly at his brother's mercy and yet Joshua finds no problem with the predicament he's found himself in. No matter what would transpire from this beyond the clear goal Clive had of mating him in full, Joshua would not regret it. His brother could do a number of things to him and no matter what he would accept it.

Just like how he accepts the thick digit inside of him with a groan, eyes half lidded as he does as he's told. It is so easy to melt beneath his brother, to let go for once and listen to his instruction. For too long he has had to make decisions, to protect himself and fight as a means of survival. How relieving it was already to simply bear himself to Clive and let him take control.

"My brother...I am so blessed to have you..."

[flamebrand]

Joshua relaxes beneath him, and that trust fills Clive with the kind of affection that grows teeth. Cute aggression, some might call it; he doesn't have the vocabulary to call it anything but love. Clive grinds closer, nudging Joshua's legs open with his own as he spreads him, makes him more pliant for another finger to join the middle.

His brother's scent gets stronger, and it's all Clive can do not to pull himself out of his trousers and claim Joshua with one strong breach. Blue eyes are blown nearly black again with lust, but his voice is gentle as he scissors his digits, filling and searching for a spot that'll make Joshua tremble.

"You'll have me soon," he promises. "I'll take care of you."

His fingers are relentless; he laves his tongue along Joshua's other nipple, then kisses a mark over his collarbone.

"Don't be quiet. Tell me everything you want."

[featheredflames]

Oh he knows that to be true. Clive would take care of him - he always had when they had been children and together. Why would things change now? Sure, much had changed for them, but their adoration and dedication toward one another never had wavered.

Joshua keens as he feels himself being stretched out, doing his best to relax as he's prepared. It would be far easier if he was in heat, but at least his body is still responsive. The more Clive's fingers work their way into him, the slicker they become. All he can do is pray that when his brother does fuck him that he slots inside of him easily enough.

Already he feels overstimulated from the lack of experience he has as Clive nips, licks and kisses him all over. His own cock is already hard and weeping. Would he even manage to last long enough for a proper coupling? Would Clive even enjoy a body like his?

"Just you."

It's truly all he wants.

[flamebrand]

Joshua sounds as sweet as he feels, and Clive cranes up to kiss that soft whine out of his mouth.

"I've always been yours", he murmurs against his brother's lips, heartened by the slide against his fingers, the proof that Joshua is starting to respond to their closeness, the inevitable joining of their bodies. "My beautiful songbird."

A shift, and he hitches Joshua's hips up just an inch, angling his fingers to brush against something sensitive, something good (he hopes). Impatient as he is, he would rather die than hurt his brother in any way; he could spend an entire night making Joshua come on his hand if he wanted.

"Do you want me to make you come, before I claim you?"

[featheredflames]

The pet name only serves to further endear Clive to him, as ridiculous as it was to think such a thing even possible. Then comes the offer of pleasure and Joshua is quick to nod, near deliriously, in response. Clive might as well have thrown oil onto the raging fire that was his heart and arousal - yes he would like to have his brother get him off before he's fucked senseless, if only to avoid the humiliation that would come with knowing he wouldn't last very long at all.

Besides, those thick digits that have already found their way inside of him are sinfully delightful. They'll milk him for all he's worth in a matter of seconds.

"Brother please...take me over the edge of oblivion."

[flamebrand]

Please. Ever since Phoenix Gate, Clive has only heard that thin, reedlike voice in his head pleading for his life, and not for release. Grief floods him anew, spreading from his aching heart outwards, but it doesn't make him stop or stutter― if anything, it makes him persist with more dogged fervor, determined never to have Joshua beg for anything that Clive won't be able to give him tenfold.

"For you, anything."

A promise (a threat). Anything. Now that Joshua is here with him, now that Clive knows that the only person who gives his wretches existence any meaning wants him, Clive would burn the world to keep him safe and cared for and sated. His brother, his love, his omega.

His fingers pump more ruthlessly, making their modest room fill with the sound of slick and heavy breathing. Clive claims Joshua's mouth again and again, determined to kiss him through his climax whenever it hits.

"Come for me, brother. My mate."

[featheredflames]

Oh he is so helplessly devoted to him, isn't he? His wonderful, sweet brother, who has been infected with a guilt that has long since festered and rotted. In an ideal world his first time would be one where they were both right and sound of mind, but reality was far crueler to them. If anything he should be thankful that they had the opportunity to take solace in one another, that Clive was being given the chance to ride out his rut for him.

Many might call Clive mad in how obsessed he was with Joshua, but the truth of the matter was Joshua was no better in regards to his brother.

He's kissed and fingered and oh flames does it feel wonderful to submit in such a fashion to Clive. He has never felt safer, never felt more needed and he is moaning his brother's name ever so loudly already he can only hope that he won't be too much of a disturbance.

Clive orders his release and it isn't long before he finds himself spilling onto his middle, cock leaking as he presses back against his fingers, crying out Clive's name. It is sinful for something like this to feel so pleasurable, is it not? Then again who cares? There is no one left to judge them who truly matters. Whimpering he pants, thighs twitching as he meets Clive's gaze, reaching to cling and kiss him passionately in thanks.

[flamebrand]

This is a transgression in every sense of the word, but Clive is too broken and delirious for reflection. Mad with grief-streaked need and the adrenaline-soaked truth of reunion, his mind shuts down anything that will force him to acknowledge the years he'd spent becoming a murderous beast for the sake of revenge; if he stops and looks too closely at what he is and what he's doing, he might run and run and never return.

So, instead: he devotes the entirety of his attention on Joshua. Beautiful, come-streaked Joshua, panting so prettily under him. Having wrung that pleasure out of him is as sinful as having marched on untrod snow, but Clive kisses him long and deep before sliding his mouth down the length of his brother's perfect body, licking him clean only to get more drunk on the sweet taste of him.

"You come apart for me so beautifully." Adoring, possessive. When he finally pulls himself out of his trousers, his cock feels hot in his palm; the thought of pushing inside his brother and properly having him makes him even harder, if that was at all possible.

No matter how shameful Clive is, Joshua will always be reborn. Pure, sacred. Nothing and no one could truly defile Joshua.

"You're perfect, Joshua."

[featheredflames]

It is absurd and obscene how Clive licks the expanse of his body and cleans him free of his own spend. It's filthy, especially considering neither of them have had the opportunity to bathe but did it really matter in the end? Apparently not. Not when he heads Clive praise the way he's submitted to him, not when he's told he's perfect and he sees the size of his brother's cock, hard and ready to slot inside of him.

Oh, but it was thick. Thicker than the fingers he'd been teased with. Founder have mercy on his body and soul.

"I am only perfect in your presence, dear brother." Which was true. He had so many faults and shortcomings...but Clive was willing to overlook them. "Take your fill of me, mate mine...and I shall have no other than you."

[flamebrand]

No other. Clive practically growls when he hears it, the possessive snarl of an alpha in the presence of an unmated omega. It's one thing to know that the nature of his biology makes him far more attuned to the wants and needs of a mate, but another thing entirely to feel it with the entirety of his being; Clive's sanity dials down to the slick heat between Joshua's legs, and that sweet voice telling him to take.

So he doesn't hesitate. Hungry hands spread long, lithe legs, and Clive slots himself between them like a creature possessed, his breathing still resembling the rumble of thunder before a storm.

"Mine," is the only word he manages before he's pressing inwards, the jut of his cockhead breaching Joshua's finger-loved entrance slowly, with inexorable purpose. He only stops for a second to adjust to the feeling of that perfect, mind-numbing clutch, and then－

－he works further inwards, more, more, until their hips are flush and he's completely seated, gripped and held in agonizing pleasure.

"Oh, fuck." Historically, sex had only felt like violence; this, this is different. This is completely different. Clive shivers, his exhale a half-moan, and grinds himself as close as he can manage. "Mine, my omega. Fuck, you've taken me so well."

[featheredflames]

As curious of a mind as he was, Joshua has never thought long and hard about the ramifications of sex or how good or bad it might feel. Bodily functions, wants and desires were just things that got in the way, that were to be suppressed and ignored as best he could manage to. Never in a million years did he imagine it would feel like this - scorching hot, deep, and beyond thick. Clive fucks into him until he's sheathed within his body entirely and Joshua feels his mind go numb. What else is he to process beyond the overwhelming force and presence that was his brother? There was little else to care about beyond where his body began and where his mate's ended. As far as Joshua was concerned they were one and the same now.

"F-Flames have mercy, Clive...oh Founder..."

His legs hook around Clive's hips, in a bid to keep him close as he does his best to adjust to the intrusion of his brother's cock. His head is spinning, heart pounding away furiously in his chest. Oh how he loved his brother so...and to think now that they were mated would be too good to be true, if it wasn't for the fact Clive was buried deep inside of him.

"I was made for you, Clive. Only you..."

[flamebrand]

Joshua feels perfect. Nothing about being with him invokes pain or discomfort or humiliation; the feeling of their sweat-slick skin pressed against each other doesn't make Clive want to retch. His brother smells good, feels good, sounds good, is good. Everything that's right with the world coalesces down to where they meet, and for a blissful moment, Clive is convinced that Joshua is the only thing in Valisthea's history that has ever been and will ever be good.

It's a delirious, lust-thick thought. He presses a hard kiss against Joshua's lips, trying to eat that affirmation out of his brother's mouth as he starts up a rhythm that's all instinct and no finesse. A feral desire to make friction, to feel every inch of Joshua, to fill him and breed him.

"Made for me," he pants. "And I've left you empty for long enough."

His poor brother. Hurt, abandoned, left alone. Who was caring for him? Who was seeing to him? It's unforgivable－ Clive will never forgive himself－ but he can try to make up for it now. Now until forever.

Hips slap against hips, as Clive reaches and hikes Joshua's hips up an inch, lifting him from the mattress to drive into him with more fervor. His brother smells like honey and warm linen and sunlight; Clive almost purrs at the scent of him, his cock swelling even more inside of Joshua's impossibly tight, wet heat.

"You feel so fucking good－ Flames, Joshua, just like that."

A hoarse sound of approval, when his brother squeezes around him. Clive reaches down to reward his perfect omega with a stroke to his lower abdomen, right below his navel. "So ready for me, omega."

[featheredflames]

It is a small mercy that he had taken his medicine today. Sometimes he would forget to, sometimes he would protest it, but for once he had consumed it on time. There was no way he would survive such an encounter without the threat of ending up with child, even if he himself was not in heat. Clive was a beast in how he fucked him, yet there was nothing cruel about it. The more he submits beneath his brother to be taken the easier it is to make peace with their coupling. Was it sinful? Surely. Did Joshua care?

No. Absolutely not.

There is little he can muster to say in response to Clive as he ruts against him beyond moaning out his name. Words are difficult to form but oh his brother's name comes so easily to his tongue. The sounds their bodies make are obscene but Joshua finds solace in the lewd symphony of it all. There was no going back from this...but why would he ever want to?

"Ah...oh Clive...I have always been yours..."

[flamebrand]

Even for two people in the Veil, they must be loud: the rhythmic thumping of the headboard against the wall, the creak of their thin mattress beneath them, the unmistakable sound of two bodies trying desperately to shove themselves together. And that's without mentioning their collective voices, rising and falling with each shift and grind.

Clive cares as little about the row as Joshua does about their sins. His body is a bonfire, his blood is an inferno, and all he can think about is claiming his brother, having him just as thoroughly as he belongs to Joshua. Heat and aether crowd around them, scarlet-orange, and how funny that Clive thinks he could prime; he isn't a Dominant, after all.

(That's a truth he'll have to face later.)

He can feel his knot half-forming, just a swell along his base that he drags in and out of Joshua with each thrust.

"That's right, Joshua. Take your fill of me－ I'm yours." Clive angles, finds a sweet spot, and drives into it, fully intending to see if he can make Joshua come again, this time on his cock. "Founder, I'm going to make you so full. Mine, mine."

A husky moan, and Clive buries his face in Joshua's neck, teeth scouring so close to that unbroken patch of skin that would bond them forever when bitten.

[featheredflames]

He's far too sensitive and raw as Clive fucks him without any ounce of mercy. There is no violence behind his actions, (his brother would never truly bring him harm) but there is a feral need that demands to be sated no matter what. Arms cling to shoulders in desperation as he feels himself stretching more and more, Clive's cock swelling the longer their coupling drags on.

Even so it feels right, like he was made for Clive to be his and vice versa. They were destined for one another, to mate and be with one another...and now he was able to bring his brother comfort in a way he never thought he would be able to.

Clive's words have him shuddering, keening as he's promised to be filled and teeth graze over that sensitive spot of his on his neck. All Clive needed to do was bite him and it would be done...but he does not doubt his brother will hold back in that regard for long.

"O-Oh Clive...oh Flames...!"

[flamebrand]

Joshua is everything Clive has ever wanted; he's everything Wyvern has ever dared to cling to, even when the Imperials laughed and mocked him for his Rosarian roots. His body is a comfort like Clive has never known, and being seated in him sates something more than just the primal need to claim and breed: it completes him, both in aether and soul. The hungry creature under his skin resonates with the Phoenix, and Clive can feel it yearning to spill out, to share fire and consume them both.

(The Alpha in him? Or something else?)

Clive can feel emotion pushing against the back of his throat again. Unstable, wildly vacillating. His next breath is a sob, and he litters droplets of tears on Joshua's skin as he binds their bodies closer, spreading Joshua's legs with his knees to get deeper, to fill him more as he reaches his peak.

"Joshua... I love you," he offers like a plea, as if to beg for his brother's forgiveness for anything, for everything. "I love you so much, Joshua. I love you―"

And with that, his teeth scour further into Joshua's skin. Asking for permission, for absolution. If Joshua will allow him, he'll doom them both to this bond forever.

[featheredflames]

It is a plea that strikes him to his very core, far deeper than Clive could ever reach physically as he fucks him into the simple mattress. He has never once doubted his brother's love and adoration for him. Not once has he thought his devotion to waver. If there was one thing that always remained true it was just how dedicated he was to Joshua.

No one would, could, love him more than his brother.

"Hush Clive..." He reaches to pet at his brother's face with a hand, tucking shaggy strands behind his ear as best he can until teeth find his skin and his fingers find their place in the strands at the nape of Clive's neck.

"I love you." He groans out his brother's name desperately. "I will always love you...I've always been yours."

[flamebrand]

I love you reciprocated undoes something in Clive. It untethers him from all the apprehensions that had kept him from baring teeth and biting down into the spot on Joshua's neck that smells the sweetest, that calls to him like siren-song― it gives him the assurance he needs to nuzzle close and enjoy the unbroken expanse of perfect pale skin one last time before he mars it, forever, with his canines.

Which is what he does, after a particularly desperate thrust of his hips. Buried inside of Joshua to the hilt, as deep as he can get to match the teeth in Joshua's skin; claiming his mate in every way possible for an alpha to claim an omega, with every inch of him that he can.

The connection he feels is immediate and overwhelming. A full-bodied thing that pushes him to the brink, and makes his knot swell even bigger where his cock is completely seated in Joshua. Clive is almost mad with it, and he growls low in lust and hunger before pulling his mouth away from his beloved mate's neck.

"My brother," he rasps. "We finally belong to each other, forever."

Fingertips brush along the possessive-red mark he's left. Now everyone who sees Joshua will know he's been mated; they'll know not to touch Clive's precious omega.

[featheredflames]

His breath hitches as he feels the pinch and pain of teeth piercing his skin, sealing their bond forevermore. They were already tied together in so many ways and now there would be undeniable proof in their unbreakable bond. Sure, others would find it perverse and wrong, but why would he care? Why should he care? Society had already failed them both in different ways...all they truly had was one another.

The swell and stretch of Clive's knot inside of him, fusing their bodies together, has Joshua keening out his brother's name, thighs twitching and shaking as he's completely and utterly claimed. The corners of his eyes are wet from overwhelm but there is no sorrow in his heart. No, there is only overflowing love and adoration for his brother-turned-mate.

"Y-Yours...oh Flames Clive...no other shall ever have me..."