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| 2008-02-26 13:27 |
| [FIC] Suikoden III |
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Title: N/A
Fandom: Suikoden III
Pairing: Albert/Caesar
Rating: R
Word Count: 411 words
Albert's scarf made for a good handhold, Caesar found as he grabbed it and yanked his older brother forward and down to his level. The element of surprise was enough to buy him the time he needed to crush their lips together, forcing his tongue into Albert's mouth. Albert made a noise that would have been considered a growl on anyone else, but when his hands found their way to Caesar's shoulders, they simply tightened and held him there instead of pushing him away. To say that the kiss was something of a battle would be overstating things. It was a struggle for control, definitely, but it was a more understated conflict than that. Albert's teeth just barely scraped Caesar's tongue when he pressed it deeper, his own vying for supremacy. In return, Caesar tightened his grip on the scarf ever so slightly. Neither made any noise, refusing to give that victory to the other side.
When Caesar finally pulled away, he noted with some satisfaction that Albert's normally disapproving look was tinged with a hint of shock. You'd have to know him well to see it--just a slight widening of his eyes, lips parted a bit more than usual, but it was there. He felt the smirk spread across his face without even really thinking about it. "Element of surprise," he offered helpfully, his hands still clutching the scarf. "It's a basic technique, brother dearest. I'm surprised you were caught by it at all."
"Hm," Albert said, raising an eyebrow. "And I'm surprised you still don't know a feint when you see one." His lips curved into a muted version of Caesar's own smirk--an expression that quickly faded from Caesar's face as he realized that Albert had changed their positions while he was distracted. His brother's back was facing the door, now, blocking his only escape route. Albert had gotten the upper hand once again.
Caesar saw red. "Y-you--!" He didn't finish, choosing instead to launch himself at Albert, tackling him. The two hit the ground with a heavy thud, their struggle suddenly turning physical once again. There was biting and kicking and clawing--mostly on Caesar's part, as Albert endeavored to hold him down--that ended suddenly with Caesar straddling his brother, half-hard cocks pressed together through their pants. He got a handful of red hair and, without thinking, bit Albert's lip and kissed him again.
Sometimes brute force was the only way to go.
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