Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Disillusion ❯ Fever ( Chapter 4 )

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Warning: This story contains the themes of incest, maybe some violence, sex (a bit graphic in scenes), and male/male relationships. If any of these may offend you then stop reading. If, however, you do read this, in spite of my warnings, and find it offensive then I have to say it is your own fault. Some scenes are of an erotic nature, but I have attempted to write them as tastefully as my ability allows.

So, anyway, please review and no flames. (Deus, you've read this story! Prepare for death!)

Much Love,

S-girl

Disillusion

The past comes back and when it does it brings pain.

Ever since that time when my brother fell ill, he became less and more. I watched him with all the admiration and love my young heart could contain, and a great deal more. Yet I couldn't help but notice how he changed, physically. No matter how hard he tried or trained, he could never gain the muscle mass of the other boys his age. Slowly but surely they became stronger, while my brother's strength grew by nearly imperceptible degrees.

Despite his physical inferiority he continued to protect me, but more often than not it would be himself that needed protecting. I noticed, though he never did, and I strove to be there for him, to be the one to protect him like he had protected me before. My goal became the acquisition of whatever power made itself available that would allow me to take over the role my brother had had. I wanted this not for pride, or to prove myself better, but because with every blow he sustained, I felt as if my heart was being ripped into uneven pieces. I loved him so much, with such intensity, that I would have liked nothing better than to hide him away from the world and its cruelties in a place where he would want for nothing and no one could hurt him.

Then I found a power, my magic, and I could help him. No longer did I have to watch in painful horror as my brother strove to beat up anyone who dared to threaten me. By degrees he forsook his knight in shining armor routine, but he never hesitated to stand up for, to defend, me at a moment's notice. He always did that no matter the risk.

Though, for all my strength and magic, there was one thing I couldn't save him from, couldn't protect him from. The illness marked him deeper than the stunting of his strength. Afterwards, no sickness, not even a minor cold, could be considered insignificant. The smallest sniffle or cough would turn into a high fever without warning. Forever would his constitution be flawed, though he never seemed to realize this. But I knew.

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Carrot Glace wished Tira Misu would stop pestering him. First, she had confronted him about his sneezing, asking him if he was really all right. Second, she had demanded to know what had transpired between Marron and him. He told her, repeatedly, that everything was fine and she didn't have to worry. Obviously she didn't believe him, if her tenacity was anything to go by.

At least she hadn't tried to interrogate his younger brother. The younger Glace had no capacity for dissembling.

"I want you."

A sledgehammer of pain crashed into his brain. Wincing, he rubbed his throbbing temples with one hand. The road before him undulated as if it wanted to trip him. He felt too hot, cold, hot…His mind roared and he could taste his heartbeat in his mouth.

"Carrot? Are you okay?" Tira asked with concern. Her voice cut into his mind and sent the pain to new heights.

"I'm f-"

"I…I want you."

The road rose to meet him, or he fell, he couldn't tell which, and everything blurred into a sea of darkness. He heard his companions' cries of surprise, but they sounded so distant, as if layers upon layers of cotton separated them. Everything ached, his mind throbbed and his throat burned, yet he shivered as if he had been plunged into ice water.

"C-cold."

"I want you…"

He couldn't move. Why couldn't he? Why did his body always fail him? Why wouldn't it listen to him?

"…as a lover."

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"I want to take you." Pale blue flames cavorted across the boy's exposed skin. They burned him, yet left no mark. Steam rose from his heated flesh and choked him. He couldn't breathe. It was too hot. Everything burned.

"I want to take you right…now." He struggled against the flames, against the devouring heat, but he couldn't escape. His arms, wreathed in flames, stretched above his head to disappear into a wall of molten butterfly wings. So hot…

"Right…now." Something even hotter than the fire dancing across his prone form brushed his cheek. He turned his head. Golden flames danced across the surface Mille's skin and created a strange halo about his vibrant purple hair. With a dark, penetrating look he leaned forward and caressed the boy's cheek again. The boy shivered as if some alien cold had managed to reach him, invade him. Was this hell? But…

Scorching lips descended upon his own, burning him worse than before. The boy groaned in pain, in pleasure, in confusion. He didn't want the heat sliding into his mouth or the heat, so much more than mere flames, roaming down his chest, but…

"Right here." The branding lips lifted. Eyes of seething gold held his gaze with mercy. He found himself a prisoner beneath the knight of golden fire. So hot…Burning up…

Another fire, so tempting to yield to, raced beneath his sensitized skin. It caused him to want something he didn't dare put into words, didn't dare think to hard upon. This something was more consuming than…

He didn't want it. He didn't.

He craved it.

Without warning a wave of freezing ice swept everything away.

He screamed.

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I held my feverish, delirious brother down in the cold spring water from behind. His pained screams and wild eyes tore my heart to bloody shreds. I wanted to snatch him from the water and swathe him layers of warm blankets, but I couldn't. I had to endure his screams for his own good. If the fever took him, he might not recover. I had to lower his temperature and ignore his distress.

He thrashed about and it took all my strength to keep him from bolting.

"It's okay, brother. Please calm down," I chanted into his ear. He couldn't hear me, so far lost in the thrall of the fever.

"What's happening, Marron?" Tira demanded from our campsite by the spring.

"He's having some difficulty staying in the water." My brother issued another shuddering cry and flailed about in my grip.

"He looks like he's going insane. Are you sure this-"

"Yes. This is the only"-A wave of water swamped my face-"way to lower his temperature." Her glasses turned transparent for a moment and I could see the deep-seated worry in her garnet eyes.

Drenched in icy water, I held him. I held him closer than ever, and yet I couldn't relish the touch. His pain, his sickness stripped the moment of any desire. My brother's suffering became my own. If only I could truly pull it into my body to bear.

Finally, he stilled his frenetic motions. Aside from an occasional whimper, only his uneven breathing lacerated my ears. I whispered reassurances against his unhearing ears and waited impatiently for his heated skin to cool.

"Is he better?" I placed a cold hand upon his pain-furrowed brow.

"A little."

Heaving a sigh, I rested my chin against his shoulder. My brother, my poor older brother was suffering and I couldn't do anything. I couldn't offer respite for all my hard won magic. All I could do was hold him in the cold water and hope he would fight the fever on his own. Damn my uselessness.

Had my con…confession exacerbated this cold? The question had been rolling about the passageways of my mind since my beloved brother had collapsed upon the road. My world had stopped and every childhood horror burst through my thoughts. His rejection tore me to slowly hemorrhaging pieces. His illness ripped whatever remained into indistinguishable bits. I had always wanted to tuck him away in some safe place; a safe place only I could reach.

I disgusted him with my perverse, abnormal desire. Had I really expected him to welcome me with open arms? I had…In all my foolish, innocent naivete I had thought he would. Would he want me to leave now? I only lived for his happiness, his intoxicating presence, and those brotherly touches that elicited so much more in me. Would we continue as if nothing untoward had occurred? Did he still love me, even as nothing more than a brother? I couldn't very well ask him, even if the chains of sicken were not upon him.

Finding his temperature sufficiently lowered; I carefully hauled my brother and myself out of the spring. Shivers raked my body. Tira rushed to our side and placed a blanket about my shoulders before turning her attention to my brother.

"He'll be alright now, right? Carrot will get better, won't he Marron?" Such fierce love and worry rolled through her desperate words. She peered anxiously into my brother's flushed face and stroked his wet hair. A surge of irrational protectiveness burned through my body. I didn't want anyone to touch him that way with such unreserved tenderness.

"He won't give up as long as there are attractive females left in this world," I replied with strained lightness. Attractive females were the bane of my unrealized fantasies. With them around I couldn't hope to garner the attention I craved from my brother. I didn't count Tira or Chocolate, though they were certainly both attractive and female, for my brother treated them as friends or sisters. Though sometimes I wondered if he was as oblivious to them as he seemed.

We wrapped my brother in blankets to ward off further chill and lay him by the fire. Both of us hovered near him like anxious nannies. We fretted and prayed. With a small sound of distress Tira began to half-heartedly prepare lunch with our dry rations. A watched her with belated guilt. Usually I went off fishing so that we didn't have to try to consume those dry discs of nutritionally balanced sawdust, but my worry over my brother had driven all other thoughts away. I suppose that was understandable, but I felt guilty nonetheless.

Why did I always need forgiveness?

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From Sarryn:

Why has it taken me so long to update? Umm…I blame the government, my parents, pollution and cheese. The penguins, I tell you, are stealing my sanity bit by bit. Seriously though, I was miffed by ff.net's little ban on all nc-17 content. Yeah, I know that's a whole load of crap. Thankfully, I've gotten over it and will now post with abandon, sort of. I can't believe people still read and reviewed recently even though I haven't updated in a couple months. You people are so incredibly cool.

As a side note, all scenes involving graphic descriptions of sex will be posted at mediaminer.org from now on. If there are any such scenes in a chapter, I will let you know so that you can find the full, unabridged edition at the other site. Thanks for reading.

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Next Chapter:

Stuff happens. Not feeling that descriptive right now.

From Sarryn:

Will be writing more rants/comments and answering questions. Also will be thinking over the issue brought up in the previous chapter. A decision has yet to be reached on who is to be first. Thanks for your patience.