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]

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..."

[flamebrand]

"And no one else will ever have me."

A promise, as he leans forward to kiss those tears from the corner of Joshua's eyes, ignoring how his own face still remains streaked with emotion. Though he can tell that it isn't distress in the sky-blue of his brother's gaze, he still can't bear to see anything clouding those beautiful eyes.

And really, well and truly, Clive is ruined for any other. He has heard that even bonded alphas may find themselves compelled to couple with others outside of their mate given that their rut was strong enough, but the thought of anyone else's body near his makes his stomach turn.

He only needs Joshua. Joshua is perfect. And so, he wants to be as close to his brother as he can― in all ways, all aspects.

He says as much. "Take my seed, Joshua," is a low huff, delirious with need as he grinds his knot into his omega, his fated mate. "I'm going to fill you."

His, his, his. His mouth rakes against the bondmark he'd just made in warning, then travels up to Joshua's mouth to claim it, kissing deeply as he rides out the last few stutters of his hips. It doesn't take long for him to reach his peak, and he spills inside of Joshua with every intent to breed him in his rut-induced stupor.

[featheredflames]

It is a promise that Clive need not say aloud, but Joshua is glad to hear it regardless. As he kisses his tears away he shudders, a wanton whimper from overstimulation falling freely from his lips as Clive tells him to take his seed and promises to fill him up.

And oh, how he can feel it. With Clive's swollen knot sealing him closed he can feel the warm, wet heat of his brother's release fill inside of him. It is a dangerous gift, one that would surely have him with child if he hadn't had Jote on his case to take his suppressants. The sex addled part of his brain is disappointed, really, that his brother's seed will not take, as his legs hook around Clive's hips to nudge him even closer. It would not be so terrible at all if he was left swollen and with a child in his belly if it were Clive's...

"Oh...but I would have your child..." The words fall from him, choked out as he clings to him weakly, utterly spent himself as his own cock weakly leaks over his middle, leaving them both sticky.

[flamebrand]

It's deranged, most likely, for their years-anticipated reunion to have been consummated by this heinous taboo, but Clive can't think about anything but the warm clutch of Joshua's body and how he takes everything Clive gives him. His brother squeezes and milks him dry, and feral alpha instincts whisper to Clive in a voice that sounds familiar (the hellbeast living in his chest, perhaps) that his omega was born to be bred by him.

It's the lust talking, Clive knows. Joshua is far more than their anatomy and their compatibility. But, like this, Clive indulges in the feel of him, in the way Joshua clings and then sprawls backwards onto their dirtied sheets.

With his knot slowly deflating, he breathes through his nose and starts the arduous task of drawing himself out. Past ruts have never ended with orgasms like these, and Clive can still see stars by the time his spent cock slips away from Joshua's tightness. Despite the agony of being apart again, he breathes a soft moan at the mere sight of his spend leaking from his brother's now-flushed entrance.

"Fuck," is inarticulate, but honest. "I would breed you every day if you wished it."

[featheredflames]

Oh but it is satisfying to feel himself leak and ooze, full of Clive's gift to him. Sure, there is the empty ache that grips him once his cock is no longer slotted inside...but this, too, is good. It is right. A delight.

Trembling fingers set upon his sticky belly, pushing down gently as he marvels at the way even more of his brother's spend drips out of him. What a mess they have made of one another...but it is wonderful and he would not change it for the world.

"If I were madder than I already am, I would."

The fantasy is an incredibly tempting one, his body screaming at him to fulfil what he was born to become. Just what would that be like anyway? To be comfortably nested and cared for like the prince, no - Archduke - he was meant to be? A royally kept omega, one that was happily bred with a large family to boast and be proud of. Founder he is starting to sound like their mother...albeit without the cruelty and twistedness.

"I would be honoured to have your child."

[flamebrand]

A dangerous fantasy, but one that fuels the still-smoldering fire in the pit of Clive's stomach. He watches as cloudy-white fluid dirties his brother's skin, and peels off just enough to shimmy down and to put his mouth along Joshua's inner thigh, wondering what it would feel like to taste Joshua's sweetness while cleaning him of alpha spend.

Not now, though. He wants his brother to keep as much of it inside him, and so Clive settles back onto their rumpled sheets, pulling Joshua into his arms as they speak about things that should remain in the safety of their minds. Forbidden, terrible, sweet things.

"I would give you as many as you'd like."

Out of his mind, still. The fog of his rut is less thick than before, but love and this newly-formed physical bond make him bold and loosen the control he has over what comes out of his mouth.

"You would always have my seed in you. Always so full of me..." A low shudder of pleasure, and he nuzzles against Joshua's neck. "Everyone would scent me on you. They'll know that you're the most well-loved omega in all of Valisthea."

[featheredflames]

What a fantasy...but it is truly just that and nothing more. Even if he were to end up with child his life would only be made even more difficult than it already was. It would be unfair to not be able to give an innocent life everything they deserved...but even so he can dream about it, can he not?

Clive seems to like the notion, and with him cradling him close and in his arms, Joshua submits to the incredibly tempting thought. He sighs against his brother's chest, half-drunk from his orgasm and the scent of his alpha.

"Oh...what temptation you speak of brother..." Which it is. "I would want nothing more than that...to be with child and full of your love in every way...our family would be so large and lovely..."

[flamebrand]

"And I would care for you and protect you in every way possible. Finally, this time..."

Safe, held, away from the world and all of its evils. Clive has seen the worst of what men can do to others, and he shudders to think of any of it encroaching on Joshua in any way, of that darkness every touching any part of his brother. It already has, really― Clive can't imagine that any part of Joshua's life after the Night of Flames has been easy― but to dwell on that may actually drive him mad.

He shakes his head against it, and holds Joshua tighter against himself. Fingers dig into pale skin, clinging.

"...Never leave me, Joshua. I'll never leave you again."

[featheredflames]

The roaring inferno that has him thinking such wild thoughts simmers down as he sobers with Clive's plea to never leave him. It breaks his heart, to have Clive cling so tightly, for desperation to rear its ugly head once more. Fingers find hair as he strokes the back of his head, a soothing motion as he does his best to reassure.

"I will not leave you, Clive. I promise. We will never be apart ever again."

He has always been his brothers, but now he truly belonged to him.

[flamebrand]

Is the separation anxiety from the slowly-fading rut, or a natural consequence of their combined traumas? Clive can't unpack that right now, lost as he is to the moment, but he settles and quiets once he feels Joshua's fingers in his hair, lulling him back into that safe space he'd indulged in when he was hilted inside of his brother.

He nods, acknowledging and trusting. For thirteen years, he's trusted nothing and no one; to do so again should feel more terrifying, but it isn't so when he's with Joshua. His mate, his everything.

"Never." A soft parroting, and he finally lets tension bleed from his shoulders. "...We'll find somewhere safe. You can nest, and I'll take care of your every need."

[featheredflames]

That is the dream, is it not? More than anything, to find somewhere safe and simply be allowed to live. But where was safe? Where was free? There was nowhere truly in the twins where they could outwardly live, even if they hadn't been mated together. Their homeland was in shambles. The empire was a beast that would eat them both alive. All that left was...

"The Undying have a safe haven we can use...at least until we decide our next course of action."

It isn't ideal and he doubts Cyril would let him build a nest, but it is the best chance both of them have at relative peace in the immediate future.