Ambivilance

~*Ambivilance
by Poptart

A/N: Nyah. It's OOC, it's weird, I dunno. Lemme alone. Maybe I'll write something more canon later on. Maybe.

Hope you enjoy this, especially you Mandies!!!


(PS. Mandie, you fail at life.)

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Ororon was pushed forward, and he fell to his knees on cold stone at someone's feet with a grunt. Grabbed out of no where by several strong men, wrists bound tightly behind his back, gag shoved inside his mouth. He turned his furious grey eyes up at the man he knelt before, his eyes quickly adjusting to the dim lighting in the stone cell, first widening slightly in shock, then narrowing in anger.

Othello.

The demon snarled as best he could behind the gag, struggling against the ropes that bound him, attempting to stand, only to find himself stopped by a boot on his shoulder. He growled low in his throat, first looking at the offending boot, then up at it's owner once again. A taunting voice reached his ears.

"It's useless to struggle baby brother...even if you did manage to get free, we caught you once...it wouldn't be hard to catch you again." A chorus of soft and arrogant chuckles came from behind him. Ororon's confused and angered stare turned into an infuriated glare, keeping his slate grey eyes locked with his brothers sapphire blues before looking back to fix his captors, his brothers, with the same hard glance, only to find himself rewarded with another round of laughs.

Othello spoke suddenly and sternly. The site of his little brother, bound and on his knees before him was making his already tight pants reach a painful level. "Leave us."

The other men filed out of the room, one or two still laughing quietly, a few others making lewd comments about Othello's plans for his 'baby brother', and all of them smirking. Once they had all left, and the door was shut, Othello knelt in front of Ororon. He pulled the gag from the younger's mouth, immediately rewarded by a string of curses. Othello put a hand over Ororon's mouth in annoyance to quiet him, and the man retaliated quickly, biting his hand. Othello pulled away with a pained grunt, before backhanding Ororon hashly. "That is no way to treat your Master, now is it, Ororon...?"

Ororon let his head snap to the side with the force of the blow, and he growled as he looked back at Othello, but said nothing. Othello grinned slightly, pushing Ororon down onto his back.

The smaller of the two struggled slightly as he was laid back on his bound hands, shutting his eyes and turning his head aside angrily as his brother began to unbutton his shirt. His breathing came a little harder as Othello's hands slid over his chest, pausing for a moment to toy with nipples hardened slightly from the cold, before pushing Ororon's shirt and jacket off his shoulders and down to his bound wrists.

"Why are you doing this, Othello?"

"It is not a slave's place to speak, baby brother."

Ororon huffed a bit, before his breath hitched in his throat and his eyes snapped open as Othello unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He struggled a bit in an attempt to keep his brother from getting the pants off him, but to no avail. Before long, Ororon lay on the cold stone floor, bound tightly and completely exposed to his brother. Othello began slowly undressing himself, but Ororon kept his head turned aside, refusing to look. When the last article of clothing hit the floor, Othello spoke.

"Come here Ororon, and get back on your knees."

When Ororon still refused to move or even grace Othello with a glance, the man spoke again. "Obey me, Ororon, or I'll be forced to punish you." He smirked, knowing Ororon would do as told rather than face the himiliation of a 'punishment'.

Ororon didn't disappoint, he sat up, taking his position on his knees and crawling slowly over to Othello. He glared at the floor. "Suck me off, little one. And if you bite..."

"Oh, what'll you do if I bite? You've already done enough."

But before Othello could respond, he leaned forward, taking his older brother's cock into his mouth. Othello threw his head back, moaning loudly, tossing his bleach-blonde hair and letting his blue eyes slip shut, fighting to hold back his climax. The feeling of his cock slipping past Ororon's lips and deep into his mouth was almost too much, and he moaned again, tangling his hands into Ororon's dirty blonde hair.

"Yes...just like that, Ororon...perfect."

Ororon didn't move, and said nothing, and shut his eyes. He waited to see if he was meant to kneel there and allow his brother to fuck his mouth, or if he was supposed to suck him off. At a harsh tug to his hair, he began to work his mouth around the flesh, sucking and licking and even daring to go as far as nibbling softly. Othello tightening his hands a bit more, groaning low in his throat. Ororon drew back until only the head remained in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the slit before bathing it throughly with long laps and gentle sucks. He nibbled and kissed down the underside before drawing his tongue back up, taking Othello back in his mouth and into his throat. He swallowed a few times around him, before pulling back and bobbing his head slowly and methodically along the rigid flesh, hoping to get his brother to cum quickly so it could be over with.

Rather suddenly, Othello's grip on Ororon's hair tightened painfully, and he pulled himself from Ororon's mouth, spraying his cum onto his little brother's face. Ororon slowly opened one to glare at Othello in disgust. Othello only laughed. He ran his finger down the side of Ororon's cheek, gathering some of his cum onto his fingers. He held it in front of Ororon's mouth. He was only slightly out of breath.

"Lick it off."

Othello grinned as Ororon's mouth obediently opened, taking the fingers in, swirling his tongue around them and swallowing as he pulled away. Othello lightly and mockingly stroked Ororon's hair.

"Good boy."

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