Fan Fiction ❯ Pity Party ❯ One ( Prologue )

Pity Party

This whole story is my original creation. I've been writing Dae and Pix for close to fifteen years. I would be delighted to know what you think of them. I know that there is a great fear that people will swipe writing and pass it off as their own. One, I don't expect this bit is good enough for anyone to want to swipe. Two, if for some odd reason a person was tempted to kidnap Dae and Pix.. Well, aside from the fact that they both bite, I'm sure you can think up your own characters, own stories. But do tell me what you think of mine. It's just odd you know, mostly I post fan fic here.. and to post originals seems... odd somehow.

Warnings: This story contains yaoi and twincest.

They'd been back from Orleans for nearly three weeks. In those three weeks, Pixlan had watched his brother retreat into a world that only Da'neal could go into. He heard his father, blond baka with way too much protocol in his blood that he was, talk about Dae as if he were almost a god. An untouchable one, who no one could upset, those ideas about Dae though, Pixlan knew what they really meant. It meant that Dae's lover held his breath when he was around. It meant that no one would be genuine around him. Pixlan had had his turn of playing at being a god in this virtual universe they lived in.

Pixlan played with the thin titanium chains hanging around his neck, down over his chest. Absent mindedly, he drew one over to a bare brown nipple and swung the body warm metal back and forth until his nipple grew hard. "This place," he began, announcing himself to his brother, "Is boring. Couldn't you imagine any place better to hide? After all, one would expect paradise from a digital god like you."

Having two people share the digital space made at least basic shared rules apply and when Dae rose and rounded on his brother, the tears he hadn't bothered to mentally process were streaking down his face. "How the hell did you get in here?"

Pixlan, Da'neal's twin, even though he'd long since had both his primary avatar in the system, and his hard reality body modified, dropped the chain, then played his little fingers over his nipples. They were more sensitive than they'd been before his body updates. He was nothing if not a damn fine reality designer. While they'd been twins, Pixlan now looked like a fawn of the mythical variety, both in and outside the cyber world. Silver hoofs, tight upper body with exquisitely visible cut abs and coffee colored tattooed stripes over his back, ribs, shoulders. His ears were erect fawn ears, not the elf ears his brother had. He was quite proud of his hair though, which usually hung about shoulder length, always black at the roots and tips with variegated fire colors in between. Slowly, up and down, he caressed, as he watched his brother's reaction. "Oh Lovie, I am your brother and I've been a god too, so breaking into your private little pity party wasn't really all that difficult."

Da'neal ran his hands through his own fire engine red curls, Hawaii blue eyes searching his brother for some clue, a key, or perhaps a bridge back to his own sanity. Da'neal's body was still the way it had been originally designed, sexy, lithe, his lips full, his waist narrow, androgynous, the embodiment of naughty sexuality. In a nearly obscene gesture, Da'neal ran his tongue over his lips.

Between them, these brothers, there were no walls, not here, in the heart of Da'neal's reality. All the wounds that Da'neal could hide so well to everyone else, they all lay open to Pixlan now. Every rape and betrayal and sorrow, but more, every dream and longing, all of Da'neal's heart lay open to his brother before he understood that it had happened.

Understanding now the depth in Da'neal that separated them, why worlds literally spun in his brother's control, but he himself was doing good to change minor bits of reality. For a moment that held no real time awareness, they stood there, staring at each other in the near nothingness of Da'neal's chosen retreat.

Finally, Pixlan broke the moment, perhaps out of boredom more than anything. He strode across the space between them, making sure his hoofs clicked against the floor that wasn't even there till he walked over it. He took a fist full of Da'neal's shirt. "Everyone is scared of you."

The pain that filled Da'neal's blue eyes eclipsed all the pain he'd felt before, the whole sum of his life before. He wiggled to get away from his slightly larger brother, away from the shared reality that made reality have rules and tears feel hot as they rolled down his cheeks. "Leave me alone!"

"And you know they are, even when they don't! That's why you're hiding up here, pretending you're not even human at all." Pixlan stared into Da'neal's eyes, as if he could bore deeper into his brother's soul, grab a hold of the scared little one deep in him. "Come to me, Da'neal. Feel that there is no fear in me."

Eyes open wide, Da'neal choked back another sob, but couldn't stop himself from being pulled chest to bare chest with his brother. "Go away!"

"Liar," Pixlan said gently. "I know your soul, your heart. You want someone to touch you, to really know you."

"I can't face my own soul! What makes you think I want you to look at my soul?" He asked, tears in his blue eyes, but he'd stopped struggling to get away.

Pixlan smiled down at him, slowly touching finger tips to trembling lips. "There are so many things you've never had, little brother."

"If you're talking about sex," Da'neal said, pulling away, wariness, almost disgust in his eyes. "I've had plenty. In every shape, size, flavor that I can imagine, and I've got quite an imagination."

Pixlan let him pull away. Licking his fangs, small little sweettooths that had been there for cosmetic reasons even before he'd died the first time, his eyes grazed over his brother's body appreciatively. Dae was the good one, the hero, that everyone expected to save the universe, to care, and love... all those very nice things. None of those expectations dimmed the perfectly sensual sway in his walk, the perfect curve of his ass. Da'neal was just too good to be a vampire, too good to be any of the bad things that had happened to him. Da'neal was a sulking little angel, and beyond Pixlan's real desire to see his twin happier, he wanted him.

With a grand gesture, he snapped both arms out to either side and released one of his favorite realities on this shared little digital space. Dark wood paneling, thick midnight blue velvet drapes over the windows, elegant claw footed mahogany table to match the four posted bed. Da'neal spun on him now, surprised that someone could override the boring nothingness of his hiding place.

He looked down at his clothes. The black on black ensemble had been replaced by a thick velvet robe of the deepest green. "How did you do that?" Da'neal looked up again, then his eyebrows shot up. Pixlan had shifted his avatar too, so that he had the legs of a man. Those odd brown strips swirled over his hips, down his thighs, muscular and very bare thighs, even around his already erect manhood. Da'neal's mouth dropped open. Pixlan flexed his abs, rippling muscles, then slowly drew two fingers over his tongue, his tongue curled to the sides, suggestive and mesmerizing. "I assure you, Dae, there are things you can't imagine."

The shiver went through Da'neal before he realized he'd lost all coherent thought for a moment. The robe Pixlan had put him in was slightly too large and the sleeves fell down to his elbows when he reached both hands up to push his hair back. "Bad things will happen if I don't keep my mind on what I'm doing, Pixlan. I have to stay aware of my role in keeping the universe safe."

Pixlan crossed to him, close enough that when his spoke his breath caressed Da'neal's cheek. "Those are Daddy's words and if he understood what you could do, he wouldn't say such things." Pixlan laid his palms on Da'neal's chest and pushed him back, the bed caught him at the knees and he went over onto his back. He wished for a moment he could command his red headed little brother to slowly take his robe off, to strip and seduce him, but perhaps, there would be time for such things later. For now, Pixlan put one knee on the bed and pulled Dae higher on the bed before laying down next to him. He laid one leg over Dae's belly both to hold him and to be able to touch him. Watched Dae's expression, both in his soul and his pretty little face, Pixlan slipped bare toes under the edge of the robe. "I'm going to make love to you. Does that bother you?"

"No," but even as he said it, he knew he was lying, he just didn't know why. Before he'd meet Sairin, he'd screwed both Nikolai and Edward, on a pretty regular basis. Not that either one of them touched him till he was well over 100. He was afraid that Pixlan had something more than just fucking in mind. "Why should it bother me?"

"Gods, you're sweet, just like unwrapping the rarest of candy. You're 310 years old, Lovie, and you've never made love."

"I have too!" Da'neal struggled to get up to his elbows. "I've been married to Sairin for more than a hundred years alone. And I've fucked one of everything, just about everywhere else in the universe. It was quite a hobby for a while. I bet you've never done a mermaid!"

"That is exactly what I'm talking about," Pix said, an arm around Da'neal's chest, pulling him back down to the soft silk covered bed. "It's a hobby, a task, a show, a gift. You fuck for reasons and you never really show your heart, not even to Sairin. You're scared someone will get hurt by seeing the real you, or that you'll hurt them in some way. If those bastards who hurt you when you were little were alive, I'd kill them."

"Don't be silly." Da'neal said, exquisitely uncomfortable. "That was so long ago, and it's well, it was a long time ago!"

Pix relaxed his hold on Da'neal's chest, letting the smaller man sit up. He sat up too, moving behind him, to rub his shoulders, unobtrusively shift the robe off of his shoulders. "You have nice shoulders." Pixlan ran this thumbs over those milky white shoulders, a bit more like a girl's shoulders than he would have liked to see on his twin brother though.

Da'neal didn't stop Pixlan, didn't resist those strong fingers as the robe pushed off his shoulders, down his arms. The hush between them grew thicker as Pixlan traced long red finger nails over the scars on Da'neal's back. Scar over scar, until his back looked badly applied stucco. Centuries old. Touching them, Pixlan could feel all the way through Da'neal to when each scar was a wound, and the echoes down through the years. It wasn't as if anyone saw them very often. Da'neal's control over the general cyber reality would keep most people from seeing them. Those who had raised him were careful to keep any punishment that would scar on parts of his body that would never be naked.

All of the old fears and self-hate pulled him down like quick sand, but this time Pixlan went with him, held him in the reality they shared, in Pixlan's bedroom. Leaning forward, Pixlan laid his cheek on Da'neal's shoulder, letting his unnaturally soft hair fall over bare skin, smooth and scarred alike. "Feel my scars? Reach into me, feel the hurt I've borne since you were lost to us?"

Turning in his brother's arms, Da'neal felt confused, lost, out of the normal script. A lover should just push him down, fuck him, or lay back, want to be sucked, whatever, there were a hundred patterns, and none of them included this conversation, this sharing of souls. Robe hanging around his arms, he reached out an laid a small hand on Pixlan's chest. This wasn't like knowing the facts of someone's life. He had the deepest knowing that he couldn't just rip knowledge out of Pixlan like he could out of just about anyone else. A soft shuddering breath moved across his lips as he felt Pixlan open to him, pull him into his own memories, pain, delight, longing.

He became the small boy clinging terrified to the dock as his red headed twin fought the current, fought to save himself, and lost. Staring into each other's eyes, they exchanged their experiences, the screaming pain of losing each other, through the mistakes they'd made in their lives, the endless aloneness without the other. Time really didn't bother to exist in the world of digital thoughts, especially not for twins created and designed to control such an environment.

"I'm still human," Pixlan whispered, slowly drawing Da'neal out of their shared dream. With a tenderness rooted in truly knowing Da'neal's experience, his being, knowing that he could match Da'neal's powers when he chose, and knowing that Da'neal knew this too, he wiped away tears grown cold with warm finger tips. "We are both human."

"I'm scared." It was barely an audible whisper. Not that either would have needed to speak to communicate, but there was something human and desperately intimate with using his own voice, soft and cracking. "I don't know how to be not alone."

Pixlan shivered. He bit his lip, an action so like Da'neal, but unconscious of the imitation. This had gotten out of his control, had become more than seduction. "Me too."

Then it was Da'neal's fingers touching his cheek, wiping tears. Those fingers moved to comb Pixlan's hair, to trace up his spiral horn. "Can I kiss you?"

Fingers touched Pixlan's lips as he nodded and he found his smaller brother in his lap, the robe falling back, brushing his knees, even as Da'neal's knees touched his waist. Pixlan wasn't ready for the kiss when it started, Da'neal's lips brushing so slowly over his lips. Teeth took his lower lip, biting softly, a skilled kiss, but given tentative, unsure as if he Da'neal had to learn all over again.

Pixlan pushed his tongue to meet Dae's, suddenly needing the contact, needing to feel in control of the kiss, the whole situation. Instead, he found Da'neal's mouth smaller than his own, unexpectedly sweet. He moaned, fingers sliding over his brother's back, down to his bare ass. When he'd broken in, he'd seen Dae's ass as something sweet and to be desired, but now, touching it, the smooth curve of it, he found the touch made his own heart open, made him feel awed and unworthy and amazed.

He felt himself slide over backwards, and Da'neal lay down on top of him, rocking his own hard cock against Pixlan's belly. Every place that Da'neal's skin touched his extra sensitive strips fire raced along his nerves and he screamed, breaking away from the kiss, arching his back up, arms around his love, his soul brother, holding him close, tight. The scream was not of pain, but intensity and it echoed through Da'neal, unleashing a sleeping passion. He arched back, one leg hooking around Pixlan's leg, both hands in buried in his brother's fire hair. "I want you! In me!"

Panting Pixlan rolled him over, then rolled back. "Be still, Dae. I want to look at you first."

"Look at me?"

"Yes," he said, his voice husky, deep. He ran his finger tips down Da'neal's chest, belly, around his hard, jerking for attention cock, down his thigh. "You're beautiful, so beautiful."

Da'neal reached for his face, grabbing him one hand on each cheek and pulled him down for another kiss. "Take me. Look at me later!"

Gently, Pixlan took hold of both Da'neal's wrists and pulled them above his head. It was easy enough to hold both wrists in his other hand. "When I'm ready."

"You're ready! I can see it, smell the readiness weeping from your cock. You want me, say it!"

"Alright!" Pixlan growled, taking his brother's smaller mouth in a rough kiss, thrusting his tongue in, possessing him, leaving Da'neal's tongue no claim for dominance. "I want to fuck. I have wanted to fuck you since the idea of fucking occurred to me at all. Now lay still and let me look at you!"

Whimpering, his lips bruised from the kiss, body trembling, Da'neal tried to relax. Pixlan scooted down so he could lick, taste Da'neal's pink nipples, suckle them hard and pointed. The jagged burn scar across his ribs received it's kisses, licks, bits as well. Then carefully, testing Da'neal's response, Pixlan let go of his wrists. "Don't move your arms, Dae."

He grabbed fistfuls of silk bedding to keep his hands there as Pixlan took him in his mouth, sucking him in hard and deep, then licking slowly back, dozens of quickly little licks that made his balls ache to send sperm shooting out. Everything he got too close though, there would be cooling breaths, soft nips that were just painful enough to keep him from release.

Then all touch stopped all together. His eyes snapped open, panting, he whimpered.

"Spread your legs for me," Pixlan whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Da'neal felt like a virgin as he spread trembling legs, like he didn't know what might happen or what it would feel like to have his brother's cock in his ass. He didn't really, everything about this was new. He couldn't stop the little whimpers fluttering out of his mouth. They grew louder as he felt Pixlan move between his legs, another cool breath blow of over his cock.

Then he howled in need as two fingers, slick with cool oil suddenly shoved into him. Gods his body was reacting just like his was a virgin, like those two fingers filled him more than he knew how to deal with and his hips jerked up off the bed, both thrusting down and away in the heated confusion of his mind.

Pixlan's palm on his belly pushed him down, as he murmured, "Shhhh, relax. Your hole just doesn't remember being fucked. How long has it been?"

What a loaded question! Da'neal looked up then, lifting his head from the bed, but leaving his hands where they were. Had he ever been taken, in this form, his true form? "Never. No one, ever, not like this. Not in my real form."

Pixlan's hand rubbed his belly then, touched his cock, caressed it as he leaned forward, scooting up to press the head of his cock to Da'neal's virgin secret. He reached up with oily fingers and brushed hair from his lovely brother's face, then pushed slowly, steadily in past the ring of muscle into the heated flesh beyond. He groaned, then pulled out just a little, back in a little deeper this time, until he was buried in his brother. "Hold me," he breathed against a pink nipple.

Then Da'neal's arms were around him, tight cradling him, caressing him. "I love you! I've always loved you."

Slowly fucking him, Pixlan started to lick his throat, to clean it.

Da'neal bucked and moaned under him as he tried to get his hair out of the way of Pixlan's tongue, of the fangs that would come. "Yes, yes, now, please!"

The bite sank in, opening Da'neal's body, spilling his blood into his brother's mouth. Lips closed tightly over the bite and suckled, sharing in not only blood, but Da'neal's release as it exploded between them. Pixlan came several thrusts later, spilling hot seed up into him.

The sweet timelessness of this place was good for after glow and they lay there entwined in blood, sweat, and cum, until Da'neal's hunger finally got the best of him. "Hungry too," he whispered, sounding younger than he could remember being.

Pixlan rolled off of him, kissed him, sharing some of his own blood back, while knowing that would not be enough. Head on Da'neal's shoulder, relaxing now, he offered him his wrist. Without the sex to augment it, the bite was just a sharing of souls, dreams, and blood. Still, it was sweet pleasure.

When Dae's mouth was free enough to answer, Pix asked, "Let's go back to Orleans?"