Brotherly love

Disclaimer: Kyo Kara Maou is not mine, sadly that honor belongs to GENEON, TOKYOPOP, and it's Authors/Creators: Takabayashi Tomo & Matsumoto Temari. if I did own it, it would be pure simple yaoi with no plot well maybe a little.

Summery: This is why I protect his highness a man I hate with a passion only matched by my twisted love for my sweet, innocent brother; I protect a king I hate so that I might keep my beloved safe.Please enjoy!

Now betaed by the lovely xShameAndBlame thank you *gives you a cookie and huggles*

Warnings: Rape, Incest, Bondage, Yaoi (boy on boy love) very explicit.

Major OOCNESS.

Disclaimer: Kyo Kara Maou is not mine if it was it would be pure simple yaoi with no plot.


I remember when he was born. I held him first, even before mother. I helped raise him, and it was always him that mattered to me. Nothing else has ever come close.

Even now as he hates me, nothing else could ever be as important to me as he is. Even now he's the only one who really matters to me. Not my mother, not Gwendel, not even his highness comes close.

I remember the first time I took Wolfram. It was just after the war had ended, he was about sixty-two and he looked so sweet, so innocent. He was already more beautiful than anyone, even our mother.

I remember that night so well; it's one of my favorite memories of him. I know it's sick, and I know it's wrong, but I can't help but love the memory of the first time I fucked him into the middle of next.

That night he was wearing a nightgown; it was white and oh so feminine, and it seemed to say “I'm innocent and there's nothing you can do about it.”

Well, that's how it seemed to me anyway. It was the last of my self-control, I had finally lost it. I was going to have Wolfram whether he liked it are not; he’d be mine at long last. So later that night, I snuck up to his room ready to have my way with him. Even if I had to use force, he would submit to me I was all fired up.

When I entered inside his bedroom I inhaled deeply the entire room smelled of him. Creeping up to the bed I stood watched him sleep peacefully for a while, before quietly making my way on to his bed; crawling closer 'til I was at his side.

On reaching my destination, I began to remove my clothing until I was bare, and slowly painfully slow I began my descent to his unaware body, ignorant of the danger I posed and still he slept peacefully.

When finally I was upon my beautiful baby brother, I kissed his soft rose petal lips as gently as a desperately hungry man can possibly do. But because of my burning need of my desire the kiss became rough and bruising, and so he began to stir and wake up. At first he was confused, and then he became afraid of what it was I was doing.

He got really angry and began to summoning his fire magic. I had thought he might act this way, and so I was prepared to continue without his consent. Coming prepared with magic binding chains I cuffed his delicate wrists inside the cruel mantels attaching the chain to a bed poll. Only when I was sure he'd not be causing me harm or be able to escape, did I begin to deprive him of his sleeping gown.

Slowly lifting it up inch after inch I caressed his soft, pale skin, and as more flesh was revealed I was pleased with how right his body was against my own under me where he belonged, and how perfect it felt; just like porcelain. How innocently he raged he against his binding struggling hopelessly in vain.

I remember kissing him roughly and with such force that I caused him to bleed. As he tried to scream he succeeded only in letting me plunder his mouth mapping out every nook and cranny. I worshipped his mouth with my own as I fantasized about what else I’d do with him.

I moved my hand lower until I found my prize a small rosy colored bud; roughly I fondled his nipple and just relishing in the feel of his warm flesh in my hands. I played with it, teasing it forcing his body to want my touch, to need my touch, to crave my touch. Worked it to the point where it became hard, I swiched to the other bud not wanting to neglect his body. Slowly I began pressing kisses down his jaw while stopping to give a quick suck here to draw a breathy moan and a bite there gaining a whimper, as I descended on his body.

Latching on to his throat I suckled away like an infant hungering for its mothers breast, enjoying the faint whimpers he'd let slip every now and again. As I played with his sore, erect nipples, trailing my tongue down the rest of his swan like neck to his chest, teasingly I licked circles around his tender nubs, finally sucking one into my eager mouth. Running my tongue lightly over his swollen flesh, harshly I bite down on the small mound of flesh just to hear him scream, oh god how sweet a sound it was.

Moving my hands lower still I found his belly button, and I began to demonstrate to him what I had planned for us, using my finger and his navel. It exactly what I planned on doing to him later but for down I licked and tasted his quivering hole before I plunged my tongue in as far as it go, I was enjoying the failed attempts he made at keeping mute. As I started trailing wet kisses and down his abdomen his struggling started up once again, without thinking I slapped him to stop his useless resistance but as was his nature he refused to cooperate. I bite his pale belly in annoyance at his childish behavior, and forcefully I spanked his pale, bare ass earning a sharp displeased hiss.

Licking my way down from his slightly trembling abdomen I found myself gazing at pale golden hair that could rival our mothers. It seems I have found my second to final prize, rubbing my nose against his private regions I inhale deeply, becoming more aroused then than I had ever been. Faintly I notice smell of vanilla and fiery cinnamon, truly an aphrodisiac as I'm becoming painfully erect.

Finally I took his sweet semi-hard member into my mouth and sucked it, gently at first, and then as I lost myself in his surprisingly sweet taste I began to suck harder more roughly then I had been. I started my task of making my sweet, naive Wolfram as needy as myself; after all I didn’t want to be the only one to enjoy this. While sucking away I begin to think of the dark day that would eventually happen, he’d be claimed and his future mate would wonder and ask questions about why he'd not been a virgin. As I thought more on this matter I feared I would be found out; if that were to happen I would either be sent to the dungeons for the rest of my life or executed. If this were to happen I would lose him and I could never see nor touch him again.

Without paying attention I was surprised when he has released his seed in my mouth, eagerly I swallowed it all not wanting to waste even a drop. Hearing his heavy panting, I teasingly apply oil onto my aching member enjoying the slightly cold feeling against me burning shaft. Flipping him on his stomach I got to me knees bending over so I’d have access to his rose-colored pucker, teasingly I ran my tongue against it out of curiously I gave it a tentative taste. Deciding it wasn’t the worst thing I again pushed my tongue at it but, this time it was a rougher lick that managed to breach the ring of muscle. It became my mission to map out this warm passage way with my tongue, pushing my tongue in deeper wiggling it about.

My need growing so I stopped what I had been doing in order to press a finger into him causing him to gasp at this new uncomfortable sensation. Pushing it further in and pulling out a few times I added a second one. This time as I move in and out with my fingers I scissored him, stretching him to take my length, deciding he was still too tight I added the third and final finger. Feeling was adequately loosened I wanted to tease him a little and get some relief for myself, putting my pulsing tip to his entrance I pushed it in just a little only to take it back out and repeat, continuing to do this for a while. The reward for such actions was a whimper of pain which delighted me to no end and served only to make me harder.

After a while I tired of just teasing him, and in one powerful thrust I entered into a world of pleasure and sin. His passage was so tight and hot; the way it griped me and refused to let go. Oh gods it felt like I’d died and gone to heaven when I entered inside my little brother. It was pure bliss while I enjoyed his virgin tightness. My cock to throb painfully with desire, and slowly I started to thrust into him enjoying the delightfully pained screams of my sweet, innocent Wolfram.

As I listened to him whimper and beg me to stop I started to thrust harder and faster his begging acting as a riding crop driving me on. I just loved how he tried to get away, how he continued to struggle against me, and how it only served to make me moan my enjoyment even more. Nothing could keep me from my pleasure, not his pain, or the fact that he was my baby brother I think that only made me enjoy it more.
After all this was practically his fault, he'd teased me over the years looking coyingly at me beneath his long lashes or taking long peeks at my lean, muscular body. Nothing could stop me from enjoying this once-in-a- lifetime experience, not now not ever. After a time I grabbed his lovely member and started pumping it in time to my thrusts, harder and faster as I stroked away. I began to fade as I grew closer my release with one final deep, rough plunge I was cumming, pleased that Wolfram also met his end in time to my own, nothing could have pleased me more; my sweet innocent brother.

After our release I just laid there on top of him listening to his silently crying, listening to his pained and broken whimpers. For a while I felt bad for what I'd done, but it was only a lingering sentiment then it faded into nothingness as if it’d never been; in a few more minutes I'd be ready for round two.

After a few weeks of these nightly visits, Wolfram became accustomed to my desire and began to allow me to use his as I so desired.

For the next twenty years I would have Wolfram as my own. I'd have an improper relationship with my only love, only to lose him to a man and a king at that who didn't want him or love even him.

My worst fears had come true.

Wolfram started taking sanctuary from his engagement to his highness always trying to sleep in his room even sneaking back in after getting thrown out. Now I could barely see him, let alone be with him. This is why I protect his highness a man I hate with a passion only matched by my twisted love for my sweet, innocent brother; I protect a king I hate so that I might keep my beloved safe.


A/N This is a rewrite of my story Love or Lust it's got improvements as well as possible extra chapters. So please feel free to let me know what you think, reviews are most desirable, feel free comment on areas to improve on.