Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Temptation's Enticement ❯ Chapter 1

~Temptation's Enticement~

 

 

 

Darkness. Darkness spread throughout Eden with the onset of the night; the day had brought with it it's usual events. Another mission, the usual danger, the usual situations that were more often than not life-threatening... all in a day's work for the Sorcerer Hunters.

 

"N-nn... ahh..."

 

Facade was dark and silent for the night; lights had been turned off in homes and most of the residents were asleep, and if not then they were well on their way towards it. Even in Eden, the main diocese of the Stella Church... perhaps even those who seemed holy needed their sleep, she and her mostly-dedicated Sorcerer Hunters...

 

"... mmn... mmmnnn..."

 

Across Eden, most slept. Tucked up safe and warm underneath their sheets, in their beds, in their rooms. Silent and still, apart from the occasional snore, or somebody's soft moan made in sleep... a cool and quiet night, for most.

 

"... nn... AH-"

 

For most.

 

The Glacé brothers didn't sleep. The exceptions to the rule set across Eden, sleep was something far from their minds. To be the only ones awake meant that the possibility of being caught was minimal. After all, who would sneak around bedrooms in the middle of the night?

 

Perhaps there were a couple of individuals who might have done such a thing, but neither Carrot nor Marron let that play on their minds.

 

It had started out as innocently as such an act could. Sometimes feelings just couldn't be contained, sometimes something just had to be done... and after all, Marron was still just a teenager, a teenager with a teenager's body and hormones, even if not a typical teenage mindset. Arousal liked to do it's own thing to the body no matter what the mind was thinking, and Marron had found his thoughts wandering and his hand following suit, reaching beneath the sheets, softly stroking himself.

 

At that time, Marron had assumed himself the only one in the room to be awake; he and Carrot had turned the lights off quite some time ago, and Marron wasn't quite sure why he wasn't able to sleep. The day had been tiring enough, and he'd quite been looking forward to being able to close his eyes and drift off... perhaps it was just one of those nights.

 

So he'd indulged himself somewhat. He couldn't sleep, every movement seemed to press or rub against his erection in some way or another whether it was from the bed beneath him or the sheets above him... as long as Carrot didn't hear, then it'd be alright. A situation such as that... Marron had no desire to wake Carrot up.

 

"Ag-hnnn...!"

 

Despite his wish to remain quiet, it did feel so good. Masturbation was something Marron rarely afforded himself, usually placing it below such matters as sleep in his list of priorities... so when it did push itself to being an issue, it felt so welcoming... he had to remain quiet, but how did one even disguise their breathing...? In the silence of the room, the quick gasps that Marron made couldn't be hidden. Even his breathing would give him away... but no, Carrot was asleep, Carrot wouldn't hear him.

 

Marron had been on his chest, one hand gripping the edge of the bed and the other touching with a fervent agitation. He wanted to hold his hand still and thrust against it... he wanted to lightly touch his fingers up and down, teasing himself almost so unbearably... almost taking his body by surprise he'd done so and he'd cried out, at that point. If Carrot was asleep, then he wouldn't hear... and Carrot always did sleep so deeply. Even if he did hear the cry, he'd likely think it only a product of his dreaming imagination, surely...? The mindframe after the cry didn't care. Marron's conscious mind was closing itself down, handing control over to the degenerate feelings that held him in thrall...

 

"Marron, stop that."

 

And then he'd heard Carrot's voice, cutting and clear across the space between his own bed and his brother's; the haze he'd been working himself into cancelled itself out, and Marron felt horribly awake and aware of himself, his body, his position, his brother. Had Carrot not been asleep at all!?

 

A hiccup of shock on hearing that voice. If Carrot was awake now to listen... had he been listening from the beginning? Marron could only hold himself still as he heard Carrot shift in his bed, then the soft tread of Carrot's bare feet across the floor... shame flooded Marron's body with each footfall. Carrot had been awake. Carrot had heard. Carrot had been listening. Carrot was awake, and Carrot was heading towards him... Marron could only lie there, motionless except for the fists which gripped his sheets tighter with each passing second.

 

Carrot came to a stop on the far side of Marron's bed. A cabinet lay there, and upon the cabinet lay an oil lamp. Marron listened as Carrot picked the lamp up, striking it into light... a flame danced into life behind the glass, and the room was lit by the partial light of the lamp. Shadows played at the corners of the room, the entire vision of the room came and went as the light flickered in Carrot's hand. Marron could see the pillow his head lay upon, the headboard of the bed in front of him, the wall beyond that, but little else. He felt painfully aware of Carrot standing to his side, though...

 

A soft metallic sound as Carrot had placed the lamp back down upon the cloth-covered cabinet, settling the light source somewhat. Marron's ears twitched to hear that slight sound, and once again when Carrot started to speak again.

 

Carrot's voice was sharp and accusing, "You know I don't like it when you do that."

 

Marron nodded quickly, "I-... I know, niisan. I'm... I'm sorry, niisan."

 

His voice was harried and his eyes closed tightly. Marron hadn't wanted Carrot to catch him for exactly this reason... if anything, he knew he wouldn't be sleeping for quite some time...

 

What was it about the shame that made the arousal only more potent? The feeling of being caught... the knowledge that somebody had been listening to him as he'd touched himself... Marron felt wrong, but deliciously so. Though that sound in his brother's voice... it always brought a tremble to his body to hear it. His brother, sounding so displeased... he knew that Carrot didn't like it when he masturbated, quiet and frantic and alone... he also knew that, now that Carrot was awake, he wouldn't want Marron to stop.

 

Carrot reached over Marron, pulling the bedsheets back and tugging on his shoulder, motioning that he wished for Marron to turn over.

 

"N-niisan..."

 

"Come on, Marron..."

 

Marron shuddered, and rolled over of his own accord, now on his back. He did so slowly, with a practiced reluctance... he made a soft sound against his sheets as he fell against them. He now looked up at Carrot, really looking at him for the first time that night.

 

His heartbeat seemed to pound all through his body as he fixed Carrot with an intent stare. He couldn't look away... Carrot wasn't looking into his eyes, but Carrot was still looking at him, and it seemed that he couldn't look away either... staring slowly down Marron's body, eyes seeming as if they were taking his brother's body in of their own accord... Marron's breathing was heavy. His nightshirt covered his body and his erection, but it didn't hide the shape or existence of it... coming down to just below his thighs, hiding his arousal would have been impossible... and Carrot tugged on the edge of the nightshirt.

 

"Take that off."

 

"Y-yes, niisan."

 

Pressing his feet against the bed, Marron lifted his hips to free the nightshirt from where it'd been trapped between himself and the bed. In one fluid movement, Marron pulled the shirt from his body, pausing to look up at Carrot as he held it around his arms.

 

Carrot's eyes seemed so distant and impassive. He stared at Carrot, but... what kind of emotion was there, behind those eyes? Did he look at his brother's body with an appreciative mind, or did he watch with disgust? Marron didn't know, and he didn't think that Carrot would watch as he did if it were truly the latter, so he hoped for the former. Carrot didn't give anything away, much less the reason for his vigilance with Marron's infrequent night-time habits... Marron didn't complain, though. He didn't want a reason if Carrot wasn't willing to give one.

 

"What are you waiting for...?"

 

Marron realised Carrot must have noticed his pause; feeling slightly flustered for his moment of inadequacy, he quickly threw the nightshirt to the floor. It landed by Carrot's feet; Carrot kicked it to the side, and then it was forgotten.

 

Laying back against the bed, Marron watched his brother with a slight nervousness. He felt so conscious of every part of his body, knowing it was under Carrot's close scrutiny... his hips shook with a slight involuntary tremor. That part of his body felt more obvious than any other, and as he saw Carrot's eyes pass over his body... he was quite sure he could pick out as Carrot's eyes roved over that one particular part... nobody else looked at him quite like how his brother did. Nobody else would, both Carrot and Marron had a determination for that.

 

Carrot stepped back from the bed, retreating into the shadows somewhat. He folded his arms, "You can carry on now."

 

"Ni-niisan..."

 

"It's what you wanted to do, isn't it?! I'm saying you can carry on, Marron! Or would you rather just go back to sleep?"

 

"N-no..."

 

Slowly, Marron lifted his right hand up, and took his erection in his hand again as he supposed Carrot wished him to do. His body felt tense all of a sudden, he closed his eyes... he wondered what was expected of him, wondered if Carrot would actually tell him... he felt a hand tugging on his wrist, he opened his eyes again.

 

"Ni-niisan, you said-"

 

"If I'm gonna stand here and watch you, I don't want it to be quick, do I...? Go crazy if you want, but start slow. I... I want to watch you, so give me something to watch."

 

Marron stared at Carrot, then glanced away with a nod, "Yes..."

 

"And don't keep closing your eyes. I want you to look at me."

 

"Nii... san..."

 

That sentence alone was almost reason enough for Carrot's behaviour, to Marron's mind. He still wasn't sure why, but... if his niisan wanted him to look at him and only at him, then he would. Anything Carrot asked, reason or not, could only be fair... Marron would have shared any emotion with Carrot if he asked, would have done anything if Carrot needed it... even if Carrot said 'die for my sake', Marron knew he wouldn't be able to help but obey; masturbating for his brother's sake was pale in comparison, and much easier to do. You could only die once, after all.

 

Unquestionably, Marron was quite happy to help with his brother's needs, or supposed that he would be, should Carrot ever ask. However, he never did... Carrot never asked, and while he watched Marron so intently during those times, he never made a move to touch his brother. He'd just watch, distant and commanding. Marron didn't understand it at all, but... he could only writhe under his brother's gaze and hope that the sounds and movements so brazen to him pleased his beloved niisan.

 

Marron faltered momentarily. Carrot wanted him to start slowly? He was never one to make a big production of masturbation even when he did do it... but you didn't argue with that look in Carrot's eyes, so Marron softly gripped the sheets around him with one hand and drifted the other over his chest as he supposed Carrot might wish.

 

Rolling one nipple beneath his fingers, Marron gently coaxed it into hardness. His head pressed against the pillow, his stare at Carrot was longing. As sensitive as nipples could be... he'd been stroking himself for a while before Carrot even said anything at all, the longer Marron failed to concentrate his attentions on it, the more tempting it was to just slip his hand down further, a little further...

 

However, that had not been what Carrot had asked for. The frustration could only mix with the arousal and humiliation... only made Marron more frustrated... both hands worked against his nipples as his hips trembled and thrust against the air, wishing for some kind of contact.

 

"Nnn... nnnh..."

 

So close to losing control... Marron pinched at his nipples, the buds growing hard and pink beneath his ministrations. A little harder than he could usually stand, but... when he couldn't touch himself where he really felt he needed to be touched... what else could he do?

 

"AHN...!"

 

"Why don't you make them a bit wet? If they're slippery it'll be more difficult to pinch them..."

 

"Nn...? A-... mmn..."

 

Marron quickly nodded his agreement and brought one hand back up to his mouth. He licked along his thumb and forefinger, closing his eyes as he slipped the longer digit into his mouth and sucked at it... he remembered Carrot's command to keep his eyes open, and did so. Trying to look right into Carrot's eyes while he sucked on his finger and blushed for the gesture... he gave it a last lick before letting it back down at his chest, trailing the finger around his left nipple before rubbing it and tugging it between the two damp fingers. The moisture indeed made it somewhat harder to grip...

 

"Mmnnn... nii... niisan..."

 

"What is it?"

 

Marron hadn't exactly meant the utterance as a request, but supposed that Carrot had taken it as one (though he just thought it'd please his brother to hear his name gasped in such a way). Perhaps he could bring himself to ask Carrot if he could move away from his chest now...?

 

"Nnn... nii... san... I... I want..."

 

"You want to touch your cock, don't you?"

 

"U-uhn..."

 

Oh, but Carrot could be so vulgar in his expressions when he wanted to be. Just the slight words Carrot said without hesitating made Marron flush deeply... he felt like he was burning up, and he barely cared. Just so long as he could have the permission... be able to obey his brother and satiate his own needs...

 

"Niisan... niisan, please..."

 

Carrot shook his head, "Not just yet... why not go a bit lower than that..."

 

"U-um..."

 

Sighing as if dealing with an unresponsive child, Carrot leant forward and pushed at Marron's legs by the knee. Marron opened his legs, almost feeling his skin tingle where Carrot's hands had been... then he felt Carrot's touch again, holding his wrist, guiding it down. Lower... lower... below where he needed it, but still... and Carrot's touch was gone.

 

"Like that, you know? Tease yourself a bit. Besides, just what do you think about when you're all horny like this, Marron?"

 

"U-uhn..."

 

"I bet you dream of Gateau, don't you... unless there's any girls you're thinking about? You're not thinking about Tira or Chocolat, are you?"

 

"I-..."

 

Marron couldn't think of an appropriate answer. It wasn't as if he let his thoughts run away with him too often... and indeed, he had considered Gateau, on occasion. It was no secret that he had at least some interest in Marron, so while it was all an imagined scenario Marron didn't see the harm in that...

 

However, was that what Carrot wanted to hear...?

 

"... I... who... do you want me to think of... niisan...?"

 

Carrot moved, at that point. Having perhaps grown tired of standing still in the same position, he moved to the cabinet next to Marron's bed, perching himself against it. The light fell mainly behind him, rendering him more shadowed than he'd been previously... Marron felt his fingers shake. Oh god, but if there was anybody to think of... at that moment, surely there could be only one person...

 

"Think of me, Marron."

 

Marron's voice was soft and submissive, "... could only think of you... niisan..."

 

"Well, great. So imagine me, then."

 

Carrot's voice was the opposite of Marron's, sounding as if he didn't care either way what Marron did or who he might think of... though Marron sensed that that wasn't true at all. Carrot wouldn't have mentioned it if he didn't feel it was important.

 

"Nnn... niisan..."

 

Marron's fingers teased lower, still a little damp from where he'd played with his nipples. To imagine somebody... to imagine Carrot... he lay with his head turned towards Carrot and one wrist over the top of his head. So embarrassing... he shifted back a little on the bed, pulling his knees up with an arm underneath and holding one up, pushing his hips so he would perhaps be able to touch himself... there...

 

"Perverted, aren't you?"

 

"U-un...?"

 

"Sticking your fingers inside yourself while thinking about me... you want me to fuck you, or something?"

 

"If... if niisan wanted to... if... if you wanted to... then..."

 

"Well, I don't. So just keep on with that imagination stuff, I'm still watching here."

 

Touching himself into relaxation, Marron nervously pushed two fingers inside himself. His first instinct was to clench up... he waited for a moment, getting used to the fingers inside him, then a little further... so very tight, so very warm. And if Carrot did want to... Marron would have quite happily let him... and indeed, at that moment in time, the prospect was so sinfully attractive. The thought of Carrot finally giving up, removing his reticent mask and leaping down onto the bed, just as aroused as Marron himself was... Marron wouldn't need to touch himself, because it'd be Carrot himself doing the touching... no need to even think about dreaming of anybody else, because who else could there be Marron would wish for more than his brother? So wrong... so terrible... so wicked... so wickedly, wickedly delightful... oh god...

 

"Unnn...!"

 

Those thoughts spurred Marron's actions, the fist nearest his head clenching tightly. He wanted to go deeper, deeper... but, there was a limit to how far he could reach with his own hand, and he so fervently wished that Carrot might grant him some contact... or at the very least allow him to touch his straining erection...!

 

"Nhnn... nhnn... nii... niisan... I... nnn..."

 

"What is it...?"

 

"I... I want..."

 

Carrot tapped his fingers against his inner arm, still just staring down at Marron. Marron looked up at him with such need... need, desire... Marron's eyes were alight with desperate emotions, and Carrot knew that he couldn't answer any of them. Too scared to get close... it was easier to remain distant.

 

"What? What do you want?"

 

Marron seemed like a coiled spring of nervous energy, there on the bed like that. His hand was shaking and his fingers may have well been twitching, but Carrot couldn't see their position easily from his own. As it were, Marron's fingers were buried deep within him, at least as far as Marron could reach, just beyond the knuckle. His fingers could flicker and stroke from the inside, but they were not as long and thick as other things might be, the physicality was quite different... and to feel that would be to feel Carrot so close... not just that within him, but the thoughts of Carrot above him, hugged to him... so close and so warm... and he could only touch himself and think of what may never be, but... while Carrot stood so nearby... so near and yet so far...! He'd watch... why did he only watch? Didn't he also feel what Marron felt? Didn't he feel that powerful need to touch and be touched...?

 

"I... I want... I want... uhnn... nn..."

 

Moving once more, Carrot shifted from where he was sat on the cabinet to stand on the floor again. From there, he crouched down, then dropped to a kneel next to Marron's bed. He leant his arms against the mattress and his head on his arms... Marron watched him with wide eyes. Oh, but they were only a matter of inches apart... he felt almost dizzy from the force of arousal within him. He didn't just want to come, he needed it... needed to feel that release...! And for Carrot to be so close by... to say just what he wanted seemed such a task even in itself.

 

"... want... want to touch..."

 

To Carrot, it was quite amazing. Marron became such a different creature when it was like this... usually he was so calm and capable, he could do the right thing in almost any situation... always knew what to do, always knew what to say, always remained so level-headed...

 

Except for those situations that involved his brother, of course...

 

Did this count as one of those situations? Because Marron was certainly not level-headed at this moment. The change in emotion and action almost seemed familiar... when Marron became angry, he was like a different person. Violent and deadly, in those times, Marron's only thought was to punish those who hurt his brother, and he wouldn't settle until vengeance had been dealt. Was that not like something else? A situation caused by his brother of such intense emotion, that reached an inevitable climax of high emotion... whether it was Marron screaming about how he wouldn't forgive those who hurt his brother or Marron screaming his brother's name in uncontrollable climax... were those not similar? Marron becoming something so scarily different, something so controlled by his primal emotions... it made Carrot shiver just to think of the difference.

 

His little brother, loving, loyal, calm, devoted... he always knew what to do, he could always remember the little things about missions, always seemed to be able to work out the weak point of the enemy... but for all of that, at this moment, the same little brother couldn't even produce a coherent sentence.

 

Was that the hold that Carrot had over him? Was that the power, the emotion?

 

Carrot's eyes just narrowed, "Can't understand what you're sayin'. If you just say what you want then maybe I'll tell you if it's something I can let you do or not..."

 

"Y-yes, nii... niisan..."

 

Ridiculous, Carrot thought. No matter what Marron wanted to do, no matter how strange, depraved or embarrassing, he didn't need his brother's permission for it. Any sane person would have hit Carrot away within the first few minutes, would have grumbled and tried to sleep the arousal away... any sane person... any normal person. It wasn't normal to act so willingly like somebody's slave, was it?

 

Carrot couldn't help uttering bitterly, "... You're so fucking weird..."

 

Marron looked up at him with enough wide-eyed desperation for Carrot to regret that slightly afterward, "Niisan...?"

 

"Okay, okay, forget it. Fuck yourself into oblivion if you want, I'm not gonna stop you."

 

His hand raising slowly from where it'd been draped over the sheets, Marron sat up slightly. It was as if he couldn't believe what Carrot was saying... and it certainly seemed strange. Carrot had certainly put up resistance in the past, sometimes... Marron recalled times where Carrot had even held his wrists to the bed to prevent him touching himself... tears of frustration usually worked in that instance, but there was always regret once Carrot moved away. Even if it was to force him from doing what he wanted... even if it was a brutal movement, it was still physical contact, still the sweet touch of skin against skin that Marron so longed for, so craved...

 

Noticing Marron's unease, Carrot couldn't hold back a snarl.

 

"What the fuck are you waiting for!? I said you could fucking jerk off, didn't I?! Fantasize about whatever the hell you want, it's not like I can have any control over that, is it!?... Or is it? Would you even let me control your damned thoughts if I could?!"

 

Marron's hand slipped down his chest and stomach, trying to show some restraint but finding it so difficult... his hand reached his crotch. Back to here again. Finally, he could let himself go... but Carrot seemed so angry all of a sudden...

 

"Niisan... niisan, please... I... nn... you're... you're angry...?"

 

Carrot fell back into silence, Marron's only response was those dark eyes glaring at him. No, there wasn't any way to argue with those... even if Carrot was angry... perhaps the anger could be alleviated...

 

Letting out a hiss as he wrapped his hand around his stiff shaft, Marron closed his eyes and pushed himself further back against the mattress and pillows. That felt so wonderful... even though he'd only been doing the same action earlier, it felt so much better now... he found himself so much more appreciative of his touch after he'd been denied it for what felt like so long. Now that he had his brother's permission... even if Carrot was angry, that didn't matter. He'd said that Marron could masturbate. That was enough.

 

"UHNN... nnn... NNN... oh... oh god..."

 

Marron's hips rotated, seeming to try to push his fingers deeper, though that was quite impossible. Still, he could move his fingers while stroking himself now... he opened his eyes again, moving his hips continually up and down. He watched Carrot with a warm expression, not quite able to smile, but... he wanted Carrot to be impressed, to be pleased, to be satisfied. He wanted to watch Marron... Marron wanted to be watched. It was so very embarrassing, but embarrassment in that form tied to all that Carrot represented... in that context, Marron couldn't mind that feeling at all. He wanted to blush if Carrot wanted him to... wanted to be embarrassed, wanted to be aroused, wanted to touch himself, wanted to come... he wanted to be pretty and beautiful and desirable for Carrot, he wanted all the things said to him in that vein to be true for the person standing so close to him at that moment... even if the entire Spooner Continent thought Marron beautiful, he didn't care. Even if everybody on the planet found him alluring... if, after these circumstances, Carrot didn't... then it was all for nothing.

 

If nobody on the Continent but Carrot took that opinion, though... that was something different entirely. If it was only Carrot... that was perfectly acceptable. Marron didn't care what others thought... the opinions of others were as insignificant to Marron as the dust he stirred beneath his feet. Carrot's opinion... that was the sun that shone above. Marron was aware of the amazing difference in his mind between anybody and his brother, but once more... he didn't care. He couldn't care.

 

He wanted Carrot to care.

 

Marron's eyes were hazy, now. Almost unable to look at Carrot clearly, but he was trying his hardest... he felt conscious of even his breathing, by that point. He couldn't seem to even breathe without letting out a moan, a groan, a whimper... he wanted to tell Carrot of what he felt, frenzied and harried though his emotions seemed to be.

 

He wanted Carrot to know that every movement he made, whether it was the thrust of his hips or the tremble of his fingers inside him or the shudder of his fingers over his groin... all of it was for Carrot's sake. Marron wanted Carrot to know that. It had been under Carrot's permission in the first place that Marron even allowed himself to do such things... well, not in the very first place, but when he'd just been lying in bed going over the fact that he was aroused, he couldn't have known what direction the night would take. Marron hadn't even wanted Carrot to wake up, back then... but now he could only be thankful that he had. He could only ever be thankful for the interaction Carrot afforded him... for Carrot to be focused on Marron meant that he wasn't focused on anybody else. Not Tira, not Chocolat, not any of the girls they met on their day-to-day business... the knowledge that he was the sole focus of his brother's attention was just as powerful a feeling as anything else that Marron felt. Carrot was looking at him, and only at him. He wanted to be worth looking at.

 

He wanted Carrot to know all of that, or realise it somehow... Marron knew that Carrot wasn't psychic by any means, but while he could act it a lot of the time he wasn't quite stupid; surely he realised...

 

However, at that point, Marron realised something also. He'd been staring at Carrot for as long as he could before he had to blink the haze in front of his vision away... Carrot's image would blur and clear every so often in front of him. He just happened to look from Carrot's eyes down to Carrot's body... his body that was clad in a nightshirt, but still his body... that nightshirt, much like his own had, came down to below Carrot's thighs...

 

And above that...?

 

Marron couldn't help but notice that Carrot had an erection of his own. Hidden by the fabric of the nightshirt, but the protrusion was impossible to mistake for anything else... Carrot's face had given nothing away to his own state of arousal, but once Marron noticed that, he couldn't focus on anything else about his brother. Not even to look into Carrot's eyes anymore.

 

The thought of Carrot's arousal was always a tempting one, to Marron. He knew that Carrot had to masturbate at some point or another, somebody with the amount of hormones rushing around his or her body like how they did in Carrot's body... surely they couldn't help but do that. Of course, Carrot would only be in the next bed to Marron while all of that was going on... Marron remembered nights where he'd listen so carefully to his brother. Was Carrot asleep? If he wasn't... then why not...? Just what might he have been doing...?

 

Now, Marron didn't have to imagine Carrot's state of mind, or the state of his body. Carrot was in front of him and quite obviously aroused... why didn't he do anything about it?! Why didn't he come forward and touch Marron, let himself be touched...? It wasn't as if either wasn't perfectly aware of the other... it was Carrot who told Marron to masturbate to thoughts of him in the first place, surely he wasn't adverse to the idea of anything deeper...?

 

Still, Carrot just stood there. Marron's vision fluctuated as he felt that tense build-up of feeling... lost in thoughts of Carrot, he'd barely been able to concentrate on anything but his brother. The fire in his loins was flaring now, how could Carrot stand there so emotionlessly?! How could he stand there and not be moved?

 

"Gh-aahhn... nnn... AHHN... niisaAAHHn...! Oh... oh..."

 

How could he not be affected?

 

Marron's eyes glazed over as any coherent thought was left behind. He'd wanted to ask his brother something along those lines, ask him just how he could stand there and just stare... but then that base feeling had grown into something he just couldn't handle anymore, and so he stopped resisting, finally letting himself at that release he'd been craving...

 

He really did become a being of such raw emotion in those circumstances. Unable to stop his whimpering cries... his entire body shuddered and shivered as muscular spasms overtook him; the bed felt too small to contain him and he writhed passionately against it, lost to anything but the racing of his own heartbeat and that shining glorious feeling, that image that burnt deep in his mind, so deeply that even now he could recall it... and that name, that title on his lips that he'd speak like no other. Such importance, such significance, such love, such passion... nothing else could compare... nothing else could ever compare...!

 

"Niisan... niisan...! Nii- niisan... NII... A-AHHNN...!! NII... NIISANNNN...NNNNGHHH-!!"

 

Marron's voice became a loud keening cry, surely loud enough for others in Eden to hear, but Carrot didn't care and Marron was certainly in no state of mind to be caring about such things either. Carrot watched as Marron's pelvic thrusts became stronger, more forced, more focused... and then he'd thrown his head back, body forming some kind of arch against the bed as he came at last, his seed gushing forth from one part of his body only to land further up against it. Marron didn't seem to notice nor really care, though.

 

After what seemed like such a short, sweet, intense burst of eternity, Marron's voice fell silent and his body fell limp. He panted heavily, unable to concentrate on anything but the physical act of breathing.

 

Such a vision of sullied perfection on the bed in front of him; Marron's climax over with, Carrot couldn't bring himself to watch any longer. Somewhere beyond himself Marron heard the door to the bathroom open, footsteps from that direction... he felt so tired and hazy that he didn't even notice that Carrot had walked away from him until he felt something soft hit his foot. A minute or so later he sat up with a slight moan, and picked up the roll of tissue paper that had been thrown in his direction. He looked up in an attempt to locate his brother, Carrot was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, glaring at him.

 

"Un... nh?"

 

"Clean yourself up. You don't wanna mess up the sheets, do you?"

"A-ah..."

 

Feeling an embarrassment less potent and stimulating than the one he'd felt previously, Marron quickly tore some of the soft paper from the roll and wiped himself clean. Once finished, he stood up to deposit the used tissues in the bin near the door of the bedroom... Marron cast a glance over the bathroom door as he walked forward on shaking legs. The door was closed now, and Carrot was on the other side. The bedroom was now empty except for himself, and somehow, Marron felt empty also.

 

Supposing that nothing could be done about that, Marron retreated to his bed to get back to sleep, as he'd originally been trying to do what seemed like so long ago. Tomorrow was another day, no matter what the night preceding it had held.

 

Once out of Marron's eyesight, Carrot closed the door to the bathroom and leant against it. His legs couldn't support him any longer, he fell to a seated position, sliding back down against the door until he felt the floor beneath him. It was safe now.

 

Crouched against the bathroom door, Carrot had one arm leant over his two bent knees; he bit against his wrist as his hand worked against his near-painful erection. He wanted to fall forward and fuck his hand as he'd willed Marron to do so, but any noise, no matter how small, would almost certainly end up with Marron opening the door in his concern. Carrot didn't want to be caught. Carrot didn't want to be watched.

 

How could Marron masturbate so shamelessly in front of his brother like that?! How could he do such things?! The more Carrot wondered, the more at a loss he felt. Marron seemed like such a perfect person for so much of the time, but when it really came down to it... when it came to such strange situations... he was so flawed, so deeply flawed, and Carrot choked back a sob as he thrust as gently as he could against his hand so as to not make a noise against the door... he blamed himself. He blamed himself entirely.

 

He'd never meant for Marron to be so damned devoted...! Even so, though... there was devotion and then there was just weird, and Marron was more dangerously the latter than the former.

 

Basically such feelings were formed out of love, though. Carrot could recognize that, and that made it all the more painful; Marron loved him without reservation, absolutely any feeling could be towards his brother if he put his mind to it. Brotherly love meant so many things when it came to Marron, and lust also seemed included in that... and he had no problem with that at all. Feeling every single emotion under the sun apparently seemed normal when it came to Carrot.

 

As for Carrot himself... he couldn't be quite that free with his feelings. Marron didn't seem to question that everything was for Carrot, but Carrot himself couldn't help but question that ethic... how could somebody be so entirely devoted to just one person? Even more astounding... that person was him!? Carrot really didn't feel himself worthy of such devotion.

 

It seemed stupid. From anybody else, the attention would have been treasured. If any girl showered the amount of devotion and unquestionable love upon Carrot that Marron did... there wouldn't have been any question of that, that would almost certainly be such a wonderful love...!

 

The problem was that this was Marron with the devotion and the love and everything else. Marron, his brother... his own little brother, so easily influenced, it seemed, by almost anything that his brother said. Carrot couldn't handle that responsibility and knew that so badly from what had just happened, what tended to happen so many times in the past... Carrot didn't like it when Marron masturbated on his own, and even moreso, Carrot hated his reasons for that dislike.

 

Naturally he had his reservations about getting close to Marron. A guy, a blood relative, his brother... he was supposed to be responsible, surely such a relationship would be taking horrible advantage of Marron's unswerving loyalty... if Carrot were to give in to such a thing, surely that would turn Marron into something entirely different, something entirely dependant on Carrot... though it wasn't as if he didn't seem enough so in the first place. No, but... Carrot had a nasty feeling that a relationship like that wouldn't be one he'd be getting out of before the day he died.

 

It wasn't just that, though. To his mind, that all seemed rather sane... it was just... to feel all of that, and then feel that deep biting jealousy just to think that anybody else might ever get close to him...? Mainly those thoughts were of Gateau, the anger Carrot felt when Gateau would flirt so joyfully with Marron. To his credit, Marron barely ever responded to that, but... that wasn't the point! Just the thought that anybody else might get close to Marron... even more, the thought that Marron too might get close to somebody... no... no!

 

Even the thought of Marron dreaming of somebody else... for somebody else to poison Marron's mind in such a way... for Marron to fantasize and dream about somebody who wasn't Carrot... even that thought brought the most sickening jealous tugs to Carrot's chest, and he loathed those thoughts so entirely. You couldn't control what somebody thought, could you?!

 

No... no, that was impossible... but when it was Marron, and when it was Carrot asking...

 

Carrot felt so guilty. He wanted Marron to think only of him, and so told Marron so... and, as far as Carrot could control, Marron did... though that was the chief reason why Carrot didn't want Marron to fantasize on his own. To be left alone would be to be given ownership of his thoughts and fantasies, and... if Carrot didn't say anything, who knew what Marron would be thinking of...? What he'd be thinking of... what, or who...

 

The thoughts from before overtook Carrot's mind; Marron, so perfect and controlled by his lust and feeling... the way his body moved, his delicate facial expressions... the way his slender fingers had moved around his lithe body... he was perfect, so, so perfect. That perfection seemed so distant and yet that perfection walked a life lived almost only for Carrot's benefit. Carrot couldn't understand it, couldn't understand it at all.

 

Choked sobs mingled with hitched gasps as Carrot felt his own feelings stir within him, feelings he felt he should feel guilty for even thinking about, but... as his body succumbed to his quick climax, he didn't care. That could be thought about later.

 

For all the ceremony attached to Marron's orgasm, Carrot didn't feel he could afford himself the same liberties. He couldn't help but get aroused while watching Marron, these actions were just to get rid of that arousal, so he told himself. If he happened to think of Marron during his climax, that was only because he'd been watching Marron previously. It was understandable. It was normal. God, no. None of it was normal, how could anybody even pretend that it was normal... it was so sick, so abnormal... but Carrot's body still shuddered in climax, and afterward he couldn't dress up 'I masturbated to thoughts of my brother' in any kind of context that would make the prospect seem any more acceptable to his mind.

 

Marron was flawed, deeply so. Carrot felt he was also, just the same as that pathetic brother of his. Though, who was pathetic...? No matter how much he was told, Marron really didn't seem to know any better than to act how he always did. Carrot did know better and acted as such anyway. That... that, was inexcusable.

 

Carrot was shocked from his thoughts by Marron's soft knock against the bathroom door, "Niisan... niisan, are you alright? You've... you've been in there for quite a while..."

 

Leaping to his feet, Carrot nodded quickly though he knew that Marron couldn't see him.

 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine... shouldn't you be asleep already?"... Carrot wasn't sure how long he'd been in the bathroom, but it felt like it had been at least a little while...

 

"I... I couldn't sleep... I was waiting for you..."

 

Carrot sighed. That was just the kind of attitude that worried him. He quickly towelled himself down then opened the door, looking up at Marron as he did so. Marron was stood there in his nightshirt once more, holding the oil lamp, looking concerned... Carrot shook his head.

 

"Jeez... if anything ever happened to me, what the hell would you do... you don't need me nearby just to sleep, you know...!"

 

Marron said nothing to that, leading Carrot back over to the two beds. After seeing that Carrot was sat on his bed, Marron went back over to his own... he arranged the sheets from where they'd been pulled free of the bed, and fluffed his pillows back up again. Looking over to make sure Carrot was in bed, he held up the lamp again.

 

"Is it alright for me to turn the light off...?"

 

"Mm? Yeah, sure. We should sleep now."

 

"Yes, niisan."

 

Marron extinguished the flame, and the room fell into darkness. Carrot listened to the sound of Marron placing the lamp down on the bedside cabinet, then falling down against his bed. Silence in the room again, but thoughts of the events previous still weighed heavily on Carrot's mind...

 

"Look, um... Marron?"

 

"Yes, niisan?"

 

"Uh... I... I'm sorry."

 

No pause between the apology and Marron's voice, "You don't need to be, niisan. It's alright."

 

What a stupid throwaway thing to say. It was alright? How could anything like that ever be alright?! How could Marron say something like that so easily...? Surely he realised... surely he knew that it wasn't...? Carrot couldn't help the note of anger that crept into his voice.

 

"Marron, how the hell can you say that?! It's not alright!"

 

Carrot didn't know what he expected Marron to say to that, but he hadn't been able to stop himself from saying it. There was a somewhat uncomfortable silence afterward, then Marron's voice, carefully picking his words as he spoke.

 

"Are... you waiting for me to agree with you, niisan...? Or to disagree...?"

 

"I... I don't know..."

 

He didn't. And there really wasn't much more Carrot could think of to say to that.

 

"Look, let's just... let's just sleep, okay?"

 

"Of course, niisan."

 

Carrot pulled his sheets over his body, snuggling down beneath them, feeling drowsiness overtake him as he did so.

 

"... Night, Marron."

 

"Good night, niisan. Sleep well."

 

Carrot couldn't help but wonder how the hell he was supposed to 'sleep well' after he'd just ordered his little brother to masturbate for his benefit, but... he supposed that that was an issue that would continue to haunt him for as long as the events continued. He wouldn't be able to stop it until he could figure out an answer to his problems, and he didn't know how easily that would happen.

 

It wasn't as if Marron had meant anything deep by that, anyway. He always wanted the best for his elder brother. Of course he'd want him to sleep well.

 

Could Marron really sleep so easily after what had just happened...?

 

On hearing Marron's soft breathing, Carrot concluded that Marron was asleep. Obviously so.

 

He was perfect, he was amazing... and Carrot knew he would never be able to understand that strange little brother of his. Not least when he didn't even understand himself, but... no. To think on those thoughts any longer would be to continue to distract him from sleep, and... Marron had wished him to sleep well. If anything, Carrot supposed he should try to obey that wish.

 

"Mmn... mn'still... sorry..."

 

Perhaps Carrot wasn't entirely aware of his half-mumble. He certainly wasn't aware of the warm smile of satisfaction that overtook Marron's features on hearing that mumble... and he probably wouldn't have been sure what to make of it anyway.

 

 

~Fin~

 

24th July 2004