Anyone but You

Marron could hardly hear the soft moans of his brother above the pounding of his heart in his ears. His face was buried into Carrot's neck to muffle his own moaning, shoving himself deeper into his older brother, able to picture Carrot's face contorted with pleasure above him even though he couldn't see it. This is how it was, starting with only once a week of them fucking each other and increasing until it was a daily activity. In the darkness of their room, there was no guilt, only sinful pleasure. Carrot didn't want Marron, but only used his body as a means of releasing frustration. Not that Marron minded. He loved his brother so much, and was willing to do this for him. But with his face in Carrot's neck, they couldn't look at each other, and Marron was sure that if his brother's eyes were on his face, the only expression would be one of disgust. They didn't fuck each other for love, at least Marron though Carrot didn't. It wasn't the same with the younger brother, but he would do anything to make Carrot happy.

"Look at me, Marron." Immediately the younger brother lifted his head and felt fingers brushing away long sweaty strands of hair from his face. He opened his eyes that he didn't know he had closed, and then immediately regretted it.

In the dim light, Carrot was a creature of passion. His face was covered with perspiration, face a deep flush, eyes half lidded in lust. Lips parted and full, Marron had an almost painful urge to kiss them. But they never kissed. "Nii-san..." The younger gasped, his thrusts now moving within Carrot with urgency. Carrot's lower lip trembled slightly, and suddenly his hand flew across Marron's face with force.

"Dammit Marron," Carrot whispered, "why did you have to be my brother?" Marron could feel the sting on his cheek and he fought back a sob.

"I'm sorry, nii-san..."

"Harder, Marron." Carrot ordered through clenched teeth, his fingers gripping the sheets as his back arched and head lolled back.

Anything for his nii-san.

The younger's thrusts were faster. He could feel the sweat blinding him, and his hair plastered to his face once more. But his eyes never left his brother's face, that face that displayed ecstasy and beauty and all things forbidden. It made Marron's heart wrench, and yet he couldn't tear away. And all of a sudden he was falling, flying.

Because it was his name Carrot cried out in the midst of the brilliance of colors and that terrible perfection that was his older brother. And that's what mattered.
________________
Sorry if I'm not very good, or they are OOC...