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A short huff escaped the Spider as he was pushed back onto the bed, sharp hands digging into his shoulders in silent threat to not resist even though he already knew better than to try.
Not to say Misraaks wouldn't release him if he truly protested; he knew that the kell was too soft to ever make him do anything of this nature against his will. But he always loved watching his little brother get so forceful, especially when it would benefit them both. He'd never stop him.
The larger eliksni reclined on the filthy mattress, his robes pooling in the dip of his knees as Misraaks crawled onto the bed between them. The glowing purple light cast from his mask and armor illuminated the dark storeroom at the back of the bar, one that had been turned into a bedroom for the kingpin.
"Lose the helmet, Mithrax," he taunted with the mispronounced name, a grin spreading across his face under his own, "I haven't seen you like this in so long."
He was sure Misraaks was just as annoyed as his momentary silence conveyed, but he did humor the demand nonetheless and reached up to pluck the helmet off his head. Sitting it to the side, the younger looked steadily at Spider, bright eyes half squinted with an indignant frown.
"There's that familiar face," he purred in amusement. Misraaks clicked with irritation.
"Are you going to do me the same honors or should I remove it myself?" There's a hint of a growl in his tone.
Spider only chuckled, but raised his arms to undo the buckles on the sides of his helmet, releasing a shimmery cloud of ether from his mouth where the rebreather detached. Misraaks shucked off his coat, discarding it in a pile on the floor behind him before he moved to the intricate straps holding his gauntlets and chest piece on. Such things came with wearing so much. Spider folded his primaries behind his head and rested on them, admiring the form of the other coming into view.
Even without his bulky armor, Misraaks was far from helpless. He'd been a force to reckon with back in the day and Spider wasn't stupid enough to believe he was any less capable now, still in shape despite his growing age with strong arms from decades of fighting, unlike the business mogul who'd (admittedly) sat back for years and reaped the rewards of his underlings' work. It was still attractive, he decided, while his gaze dragged over every scar slicing through chitin, every curve in his sibling's plates. So many more than he remembered.
Misraaks had no intent of fully stripping for this act. It was humiliating enough that he couldn't control himself not to do it in the first place, but making himself that vulnerable simply wasn't going to happen- he knew he was going to hear enough of Spider's obnoxious commentary as it was.
With his movement less restricted, the kell maneuvered himself closer between the other's spread legs, pushing them apart further as he grabbed fistfuls of the dark robes and hiked them up over Spider's knees.
"Impatient, aren't we," he teased, much to Misraaks' chagrin. "Is it really that hard to find anyone else to sate your desires?"
It was hard to see past his stomach and the fabric puddled around it with his legs up in the air, but he was sure the jingling was another belt being undone. When he received no response, he raised his head.
"Or did you miss me this much?"
The verbal jab was met with very-much-physical claw stabbing at a delicate center and Spider hissed immediately after, unable to contain the reaction in his surprise.
"Don't you know how to be quiet," Misraaks gruffed with his attention focused between the other's legs, using his secondaries to keep them spread while he pressed a finger into the damp slit hidden there. Spider ground out a noise, his own hands finding the covers beneath them to dig his nails into.
"Some foreplay would go a long way," he suggested bitterly. This was supposed to be fun.
Misraaks snorted, but withdrew his finger, instead gliding the claw along the opening and applying pressure at the top where his lengths already wanted to slip free.
"Seems like you're going soft." Misraaks mocked, "When was the last time you found someone that satisfied you like I do?"
He's proving he can be just as annoying as the Spider, a trait he'd long tried to bury in turn of being a better person, when he started trying to help others instead of getting under their skin. His brother had only burrowed deeper.
"No one does it like you." Maybe it was a compliment, maybe it was so sarcastic that it was insulting (that was the more likely answer), but it earned him a pleased rumble anyway. His cocks slid out into Misraaks' hand and Spider groaned at the cool air hitting such a sensitive place. It really had been too long since he'd been this excited to get in bed with someone.
Cupping the slick appendages in his palm, Misraaks wrapped his hand around the base and gave them an experimental jerk, coating his fingers in ether-tinted slick. The response was instantaneous, Spider tilting his head to the side with grit teeth, unable to conceal his expression without his helmet.
"Do that again," he breathed impatiently. Misraaks rolled his eyes and adjusted how he was kneeling on the bed, using his free hand to lift his own drape out of the way and expose his members that had been throbbing for quite some time now. When he shuffled closer, the kell pressed them together, hard flesh meeting hard flesh and he felt a surge of electricity shoot up his spine.
Spider cursed in eliksni, his fingers curling up in the blanket until his hands were fisted in it, but he remained blessedly silent for once.
It took Misraaks wrapping both of his lower hands around the four lengths to fully encompass them, but the sliding sensation when he rolled his hips was delicious, wetting his claws with lubricant to slowly thrust up through the hole his hands created.
"Still good at that," Spider croaked, eyes unfocused while he tried to keep his own sounds in check.
Misraaks puffed through clenched teeth, focused as he rocked his hips in a slow, steady rhythm. Their skin was beginning to feel tacky with sweat, breaths coming faster. Warmth dribbled down his wrists. A small thought in the back of his mind was how disgusting he was going to be by the end of this.
Minutes later, just when heat began forming in the pit of his stomach, tugging distinctly at his insides, he abruptly stopped. Spider released a sound of frustration and raised his head once more, but didn't complain beyond his furrowed brow. Misraaks didn't offer him the least bit of sympathy.
The slit that had barely been wet before was now dripping, smearing on the other's thighs, making it easy for the kell to slide his claw in this time with little resistance. Spider's hips jerked subtly, wisps of ether escaping around his mandibles, his eyes locked on what little he could see from his tilted position and more so what he could feel. It took barely any movement before Misraaks was able to push in his other finger, spreading the folds apart and daring himself to look.
They hadn't really changed, in this regard, but it somehow felt more embarrassing. There would always be the inherent guilt of knowing this wasn't something they should have been doing (perhaps Spider didn't feel that even back then, but Misraaks was always the more sensitive of the two in that regard). Now of all times, they really should have moved beyond these kinds of things, yet Misraaks again couldn't say no, let himself follow his older sibling back into enemy territory.
It wasn't the worst thing he could be doing. He allowed his thoughts to briefly drift to Eido before he shut that half-assed reasoning down immediately, returning his focus to the task at hand. He could beat himself up over his poor choices later when his arousal wasn't straining to be inside something.
Fingers withdrew, trailing with them sticky strands of lubricant he stroked up his own lengths, and he dragged the swollen heads against the other's opening teasingly. Spider grumbled something, probably a swear aimed at him, and Misraaks observed the way his cocks twitched at the treatment.
"Hurry up," he demanded. Misraaks dug his claws into a soft thigh in response and the Spider jumped, went silent again. Punishment never did keep him from acting up though.
Misraaks had reached his breaking point though. If his brother wanted uncaring roughness, he could easily oblige. He nudged the head of his first length inside, sinking in until the second dipped past the barrier, and immediately felt Spider tense around him then relax.
There was an experienced motion to the way Misraaks rocked forward, didn't ask for permission to move, only continued pushing in, proving how many times prior they had engaged in this sort of activity. He'd lost count a long time ago even back then- certainly never expected to find himself in his sibling's bed again. With lust clouding his brain though, he no longer found it in himself to care.
Spider just looked smug, even when he was the one on the receiving end. Misraaks grunted in frustration and lurched his hips forward, until the rest of him disappeared inside the greedy opening. That provoked a noise, somewhere between a purr and a growl, and Spider gripped the covers again, breathing out residual ether. Pre dripped from his bobbing heads, smearing across Misraaks' chest when he moved to be flush with him. He looked so little between his legs, Spider dared to think in mirth, but he knew when there was a line he shouldn't cross and that observation sat firmly on it; he kept his mouth shut.
Misraaks placed his secondaries on Spider's plush hips, squeezing into them while he started to thrust shallowly, pulling back only slightly before pushing back, giving his brother ample time to adjust while he tempered his desire to piston in and finish as quickly as possible. It had been far too long since he'd had this kind of stress relief.
The sound of skin slapping against skin was immediately apparent and it brought about Misraaks' worry again that someone might walk in on the two of them like this, but it was easier to push concerns aside now that he was buried in such wonderfully wet heat. The noise only amplified when he braced himself against the bed, angling his hips to get better leverage, and started thrusting in earnest.
A pleased rumble escaped Spider this time and his expression betrayed how much he was enjoying this, something Misraaks couldn't help, but feel a bit satisfied about. His brother, for all the power he'd amassed, for how many people respected and feared him, still let himself be reduced to this in his own bed. No one could ruin him the way Misraaks could.
"Faster," said desperately strained, was as close to begging as Spider would allow from his own mouth, grit from between his teeth while he pushed himself up on his lower arms and one of his primaries found Misraaks' shoulder, uncaring how his claws sank into his skin. The other wrapped around his neglected cocks, stroking in time with the other's thrusts.
When they were younger, they could have gone on forever like this, but years of denying impulse and satisfaction elsewhere left the both of them needy and racing toward the finish line. The wet smacking was obscene, so was the amount of fluid soaking into the sheets, and sweat was dripping down Misraaks' neck while he clutched perilously at Spider's sides, breathing erratic and harsh.
Their faces were dangerously close together, eyes locked. He wanted to bite him, Misraaks thought, absolutely sink his teeth into the older eliksni's throat, but he was just a little too far away, damned by his own small height for a kell or Spider's excessive size. Instead he bared his fangs, tongue darting out to lick his dry lips. Spider grinned haughtily in return.
A snarl bubbled up in his chest, offended, but it was silenced by a pathetic whine that came out instead. His hips stuttered, jerked a few more times spastically, before he released a torrent of his seed into the warm tunnel. Shame immediately warmed his face knowing he'd finished first, but it was definitely struggling with the blissed out ripples of pleasure coursing through him as well. Spider fucked into his fist at a punishing pace, then followed suit a few seconds later, spilling across his stomach and hand to mix with the sweat running in trails down his skin.
Misraaks slumped against him, jaw slack where it had previously been clenched shut, and he was certain he looked utterly debauched and miserable where he sat. With his flare caught firmly inside, he couldn't free himself from Spider's antagonistic gaze, even though the kingpin didn't look much better than him in his current state.
He could never do this again. Bitterly, he knew he'd said that many times decades ago, always conceded later when the tension became too much to bear. He thought he had finally shaken it for good until Spider came to live at his doorstep, always there with his half-lidded gaze that set a fire inside him, an anger like no other, and this was how he chose to extinguish it.
Stupid. Idiot. He knew he'd be back again.
Misraaks closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to take in the sight in front of him.
"I'm not that hideous, am I?" There was a humorous sarcasm to Spider's voice, now hoarse and shaky, but he was speaking to the open air when he knew he wouldn't receive a response from the kell.
Perhaps, just this once, he needed to leave it alone.