“Ready, fucker?” I bark, making sure mine and KJ’s cocks are aligned. Rusty shakes his head, but again, his stupid dick is still hard as a rod. He’s broken like us too. Such a shame this is his end. Kenji reaches for the lube in my drawer and starts licking my body to relax me. He licks my balls, sucking them in his mouth. His hands paint my body in red as we fuck around. His one hand grips my sac, and then he stops to lube his fingers with the other. We both let out a shaky breath as he rims my asshole with his tongue.
“Had to know how it felt after you did it to me.”
“So fucking good,” I grunt, loving how he tastes every inch of me. He fingers my hole, teasing, and when he enters me, I moan loudly.
“Yes. Just like that,” I guide him as he watches me for pleasure. He’s such a good little student. Learning and using those lessons on me.
He thrusts into me, hitting my prostate. I’m literally ramrod hard, leaking and desperate for more. “More,” I demand, and he puts another finger in me. He fucks me with two digits, digging in and out and repeating as I curl up. To me, Rusty isn’t in the room. Even with his grunts and shit, I’m only paying attention to my brother as he takes me.
“Your cock,” I command.
He gets on his knees, his blood-covered body making me salivate. Lubing up his shaft, he rubs, and I do the same to mine. He aligns himself with my entrance, tracing my hole before plunging in. It’s such a beautiful pain, making me grind out and hiss all at once. Our shared breaths are exhausted, heavy, and erratic as he seats himself in me. We stare at each other. Him in pleasure, and me, I hope, in awe.
Unlike me the other night, he doesn’t hold back. He fucks into me like it’s his last orgasm. We chase both of ours without words, holding back for too many days, and he fists me when I’m jerky from stimulation.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I praise him for his perfect motions
“Cone for me,” he begs. “Shoot your load all over us, baby. Coat me.” With his sex-fueled words, I do. I fucking shoot my load as he rams into me reverently. When he’s done pumping, he leans down and licks my stomach and chest of all cum.
“Still my favorite flavor,” he mutters. I’m still riding my high as he leaves my body. His hot orgasm leaks from me, and I thought seeing his ass full of me was the best sight, but feeling it myself makes me wonder which is my new favorite.
After he’s rising to get a rag, we notice a little groan. We peer at the sick fuck we’d already forgotten about, seeing his limp dick spent. He fucking jizzed over us being together. I bet it was hot, but he’s not allowed to get off on me and my brother.
Almost as if noticing himself and hating it, Kenji grabs the stiletto he abandoned, going straight to Rusty, quickly slicing his throat. My breath catches as the splatter marks my closet and walls, and it makes my used dick rise to attention. Mesmerized by the red coating my brother and draining from the guy, I watch as he bleeds out.
“Fuck,” I groan happily, content with how this ended.
“You’re hard again,” Kenji mentions, pointing at my not-so-spent erection.
“It’s hot seeing you kill, baby. Makes me want to take your pretty ass after I’ve bathed in that loser’s death.”
“Actions, brother. Prove it. Fuck me.”
And we do, using his blood as our own painting, fucking until our bodies are exhausted, bloody, and in need of a good wash.
“Happy Birthday, baby,” I murmur to KJ, kissing him full on the lips. He kisses me back, grinding on my leg softly.
“Happy Birthday, Atlas. I love you.”
“Love you too, Rischio.”
Epilogue
Atlas
You’d think we’d have been killed by our parents, the Grim, or maybe the Society for abandoning our lives. You’d be wrong. Mom found us the day of our birthday, covered in blood, naked, in each other’s arms, and she cried.
Not sad tears exactly. More of acceptance. After we shower together and get dressed, she sets us down for a discussion.
“You guys have to leave here. You’ve not only broken laws in the Grim and Society…” Mom tries explaining over her tears. “You’re brothers. And while your father and I understand, we can’t let them take you.”
She cries as Dad comforts her.
They took our relationship better than I expected, and it makes me forgive them for all their distance. Dad hands us passports and a shit ton of money.
“I’ve worked my entire life, making sure I’d be able to help you both escape if need be, wanting nothing more than your safety and happiness,” he explains with sadness. “Atlas, I remember you mentioning Vegas and that dispensary you wanted to start. This is enough money and new identities to save you both. Being a Reaper has a benefit, I guess.” He chuckles at that, but even with the wrinkles around his eyes, I can tell it’s forced. I look at my twin, my lover, my everything, and realize he never mentioned this. He nods.
“This should get you guys a new house, a new life, and definitely keep you in business for at least five years,” Mom adds, sniffling around the words.
We smile at each other and then at them, kissing Mom goodbye and then hugging Dad goodbye. We pack our shit and leave. They make us promise we will keep in touch, and we buy burner phones to make that happen.
It’s been two years now.
Our business is booming.
We’re married, carrying on our
