Quick Note: All parts of this story up to here have been posted in the original forum thread. This part of the story will not be posted as it is too graphic for the forum. If you happen to be reading this, do not continue reading if you are underage or are disturbed by graphic sex scenes between two brothers. You have been warned.
"Tarantula..."
The name came out as a moan from Cobra's lips, and he reached for his brother, needing him desperately. To his surprise and pleasure, Tarantula came to him. His kisses were rough and full of the same need with which Cobra returned them.
Jeans which had moments ago been relatively loose fitting were now constricting Cobra, and he fought with the button, finally simply pulling it off and throwing it somewhere, hearing it land with a soft clunking noise.
"Well, somebody is quite impatient, aren't they?"
Tarantula's voice was heard just as Cobra began fighting with his zipper. Pausing in his work, Cobra expected some sort of scolding about being too hasty, but instead he felt Tarantula's hands finish his work with the zipper before peeling the pants off and tossing them back to where Cobra's shirt lay. Now free of the constricting jeans, a large bulge pushed against the fabric of Cobra's boxers, begging to be released.
Instead of removing his brother's boxers, though, Tarantula stripped himself down to his boxers and then began biting around Cobra's bellybutton, leaving marks as well as a bit of blood. Cobra moaned, his chest heaving.
The sensations that spread throughout Cobra's body as his twin nibbled, sucked, and kissed his way up to Cobra's neck was almost too much. He felt a throbbing in his manhood, and he knew that he would soon go crazy if he didn't get what he was wanting. Thinking that now was as good a time as any to take control, Cobra pressed Tarantula, rolling him over so that Cobra was now on top.
A shocked look settled onto Tarantula's face, but then he smirked. "Well, little brother, it seems that you finally learned to take charge. I'll allow it this one time, but let's not make a habit of it, alright?"
Barely taking the time to nod, Cobra leaned over to lick Tarantula's neck before sinking his fangs into the vein that pulsed just below the skin. This time, it was Tarantula who moaned in pleasure as Cobra partook of his brother's blood. When he finally withdrew, a small trickle of blood running down the corner of his mouth, he kissed the spot he had bitten and then licked it. Although Tarantula would have easily healed without it, both boys' saliva contained healing properties. Within moments, the two small holes had closed completely, leaving not even a scar.
Running his hands down Tarantula's muscular body, Cobra was pleasantly surprised to find that his partner's hard member was pushing up against the fabric of his boxers, begging to be released. Cobra spent no time hesitating, and quickly obliged by removing the boxers.
At the very tip of Tarantula's manhood rested a shining pearly drop, proof that the half-vampire was already feeling pleasure. Cobra allowed the very tip of his tongue to catch the drop, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back in an exaggerated display. He knew that Tarantula would appreciate the exaggeration - it pleased him to watch Cobra enjoy the taste of him.
Cobra moved his mouth close to Tarantula's erection, allowing the warmth of his breath to flow over the throbbing flesh. He heard Tarantula groan with pleasure, and the length of the erection increased slightly. The temptation was too much, and Cobra licked the length of his brother's shaft, before swirling his tongue over the head.
Back arched in pleasure, Tarantula entwined his fingers in Cobra's hair and tugged slightly. "Mmm...so good..."
Encouraged by the approval he was receiving, Cobra took the head in his mouth, wetting it with his tongue before sucking softly. As time passed, he was able to fit more into his mouth, until finally his brother's entire penis was sheathed within Cobra's hot, wet mouth.
Tarantula was close to losing it. Cobra was an expert with his mouth and tongue, teasing him to the very edge and then slowing it down, pulling Tarantula back before pushing him to the edge yet again.
Before his brother could end their night before it had begun, Cobra gave one last lick before moving up and crashing his lips into Tarantula's. Their tongues met, and wrestled for dominance for a moment before Tarantula gained the upper hand by nipping Cobra's bottom lip, forcing him into obedience with pure pleasure and a subtle threat.
Pushing Cobra off of him, Tarantula knelt on the bed, pausing for a moment to catch his breath. "Get on your hands and knees," he commanded in a voice deep and husky with pure desire. He looked for anything to use as lube while waiting for his brother to obey.
Cobra did as he was instructed, removing his boxers beforehand, knowing exactly what it was that Tarantula wanted. When he first felt the lubed up head begin probing at his hole, Cobra tensed. "Relax," Tarantula's voice was gentler than usual; he could practically taste Cobra's fear and knew that he needed to be calmed before either of them could feel any pleasure. "I'll be gentle this time, I promise."
Although he highly doubted whether or not his twin was telling the truth, Cobra forced himself to be calm. There was a bit of pain and a lot of pressure as Tarantula entered him, but for once, his brother was staying true to his word. He moved slowly, giving Cobra time to stretch before adding more.
As he became accustomed to the feeling, Cobra was able to huff out the word, "More," pushing back slightly. Somehow, after every time they had sex, all of the stretching that occurred during intimacy seemed to reverse itself. The twins guessed that it had something to do with being a half-vampire and having incredible healing qualities. So each time, it was as if Cobra were a virgin, tight and painful at first. However, pain was not a foreign sensation for Cobra, so he was able to speed up rather quickly.
Before long, Tarantula was able to fit his whole length inside Cobra without any pain. He moved slowly, but Cobra pushed back against him faster, wordlessly asking for more. Without hesitation, Tarantula sped up. His hand reached around to stroke Cobra, and soon both of them were sweating and moaning as they made love roughly.
After what seemed like hours, Cobra felt as if he were nearing completion. "I'm...I'm almost there!" He gasped quietly, his voice shaky. "Me too," his brother's almost inaudible reply was panted close to Cobra's ear, and he felt his brother increasing speed.
All too soon, it was over. As Tarantula emptied his seed into Cobra, his brother's shot onto the sheets below them. They collapsed together, a tangle of arms and legs, onto the soft bed, wet with a mixture of sweat and semen. Cobra rested his head on Tarantula's chest, listening to the heartbeat that, on a full vampire, would have been absent.
"I love you," Cobra whispered quietly. He didn't expect a response, and he knew he wouldn't get one. But he truly did love his brother.
The night must have been a one of miracles, because from the darkness of the room came his brother's soft reply, whispered so silently that normal mortal ears would have missed it. However, being a half-vampire, Cobra heard the words, and they caused him to squeeze his brother slightly, feeling warm from head to toe.
"I love you too."
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