GAY ANGELS

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[It's the middle of summer and they're stuck house sitting. Their dad is away for the whole month.... Not really that unusual, he's always away on business. And their mom has been gone for a long while now. So it's just him, in charge of taking care of things, and his brother.

And the heat. Noel flops on the couch next to his little brother and groans, passing over a soda. It's already evening but the heat just doesn't let up. It really saps the strength out of Noel, but what it also does is... Well.

It's difficult being a teenager and gay and alone in a house with your brother who is actually really hot and you absolutely should not find attractive because he's your brother, and so as usual Noel slides his eyes away from his brother quickly after passing him the soda. Dinner was about half an hour ago so there's nothing left to do but sort of melt together in this heat.]

It's too hot to live. Revive me when it's November.

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[Too bad no one is filming this for later. Fortunately that's not actually a thought Noel has he's just a seething ball of rage and arousal at the sight of his little brother being spitroasted by tentacles. It's infuriating but with the aphro pumping through his own system there's no way it isn't also incredibly attractive.] Rowan... I'm here listen, I'm right here.

[amurdermostfowl]

[he can't help it, jerks his head up (painfully, with the way he's being reamed) and manages to catch Noel's eye. the look in his eyes was starting to get vacant, but it sharpens again, filling with both panic and that now-familiar intensity of fixation.]

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[While they're distracted with each other the tentacles take advantage, another prying at the entrance of Rowan's ass, sliding around the first working it's way in deeper.

Noel isn't being left alone either. Though he's resisted getting anything shoved in his mouth there are tentacles dragging his legs apart, lifting him and supporting him against the wall as they explore his ass and over his cock, making him gasp through clenched teeth.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[hate flashes in Rowan's eyes, a sort of predatory viciousness that Noel probably hasn't seen before, but there's still not much he can do like this but watch, promise retribution with his eyes even while he's stretched wide around another tentacle, even as his body shudders helplessly.]

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[That look should be chilling. It's instead almost... comforting. Okay he needs to use his head. Which is difficult so clouded with desire and confusion and arousal and fury but he needs to think. Resisting like he is isn't helping, and he closes his eyes briefly and relaxes. It's an experiment, to see if no longer fighting back works at all. For now... It doesn't. The first tentacle to his ass is working him open in about the same way he got to see them work Rowan open, and he takes a bracing breath for when it just rams in a moment later, answering the question of whether or not the monster is considerate enough to be slower with a tighter hole. Definitely no. He hisses, fingers curling, but it doesn't even really hurt like it should with the thing's secretions making his whole body sensitive to the pleasure above all else. He opens his eyes and takes another breath, keeping as relaxed as he can, not pulling at the tentacles restraining him. And as the thing fucks into him, forcing moans from tightly clenched lips, it seems less intent on holding him still than it is on stimulating him. It's not enough yet, but if he just... keeps himself still, doesn't fight, maybe it will be soon. They aren't letting go but he can feel the appendages holding him down getting less restrictive.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[Rowan is losing his mind, practically rabid at this point, but that's honestly starting to work in favor of Noel's plan, the half-rabid thrashing and straining muscles of the younger brother taking more focus for the tentacles to subdue, to try and overwhelm with pleasure until surely even he will settle, surely. (He is not settling, eyes fixed on Noel, burning this image into his eyes and his heart, even his arousal at the image nearly eclipsed by his incandescent rage.)]

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[He's honestly worried Rowan is going to hurt himself, but he can't hurry. If he rushes this they'll both be too stuck. So he bites his tongue and watches his brother get fucked in front of him, writhing and wild with rage, and endures the same treatment as the tentacles ravage his own ass and body, until he feels so alight wight pleasure it's like he's floating. But he's still focused on Rowan, and as more appendages leave Noel to go to his brother he finally opens his mouth again.] Rowan. [Sharp, a little breathless, catching Rowan's attention as he wrenches his arm up, manifesting about five little razor sharp glowing discs and aiming them at the tentacles holding Rowan. He's new to this so it's really mostly luck that he gets Rowan's arm's free without injuring him more than maybe a small scratch or two, but the moment is fast and Noel's being pulled down by more tentacles immediately, gagged with one even as he Rowan finds himself half freed.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[he's angry but he's not quite mindless with rage, knows how to capitalize when given this sort of opportunity, and knows he can't help Noel without helping himself. that has been firmly proven. so he rolls, shortening his puddled strings and dragging them through tentacles like warm butter, and with each severed tentacle he gains more and more mobility, more and more murderous momentum until he's even gotten the ones spitroasting him, is physically pulling them out of himself and lunging into an actual standing position, unsteady and coughing but dangerous.]

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[Well the tentacles are definitely going to focus on trying to get him subdued again while still holding Noel down and fucking him but they're fairly reduced in number by this point, and the more Rowan murders the hard it is for them to multitask.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[He's single-mindedly murdering tentacles two and three at a time, prioritizing the ones going for himself then the ones going for Noel, as much as it kills him to let Noel endure this for even a split second more. Better to save his brother slowly than not at all.]

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[He will eventually, methodically, murder everything until he gets the ones fucking his brother and murders those too, which gets Noel kneeling and coughing for a moment, catching his breath. Conveniently once the monster is completely defeated the gore and goo kind of dissolves to ash and dissipates so cleanup won't be a problem.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[it's hard for monsters to fake that sort of defeat, so he trusts that it's gone for real.

Rowan staggers in close to Noel, dropping to his knees and looking him over with sharp concern, even though he's frankly way more of a mess, at least physically.]

[plotluck]

[This is a weird situation. Rowan has more fucked up life experience to deal with this than Noel does but Noel is also the older brother, or at least, that's the position he's been in his whole life. Shaking things off to make sure Rowan is fine is almost second nature. It just takes him a minute to catch his breath and gather his thoughts enough, reaching up to cup Rowan's face and return the concern.] Rowan. Hey. You okay?

[amurdermostfowl]

[this doesn't really compute (especially with the aphro still raging) so it takes him a moment to answer.] --I'm fine. I'm doing fine. How are you holding up?

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You sure...? [He's looking him over for wounds or anything, hating being this powerless but trying not to seem you know, wigged out or traumatized.] You took it pretty badly. You're not wounded anywhere?

[amurdermostfowl]

[he is REALLY FUCKING BRUISED, enough that it's already starting to show, and he's not going to be up for anal again for a while, probably, given how rough the tentacles were, but...]

I've had worse. But- this was my fault. I fucked up. We got really lucky...

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I don't see how this was your fault. [He brushes his fingers over his brother's face, pushing his hair back.] Let's get cleaned up. [They both look a mess and maybe getting clean will help a bit, he can put bruise cream on Rowan's bruises too, and his own, and then just... Try not to feel furious and violated by the whole thing. No, furious is going to happen anyway. He was powerless to protect Rowan and he hates it.]

[amurdermostfowl]

The wards. I fucked up the wards. That shouldn't have been able to find us at all. [but he leans into his brother's touch, needy in a way he isn't really processing, too busy hating himself for this happening in the first place.]

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[He strokes Rowan's cheek, comforting and also being comforted by Rowan being solid.]

We can fix that later then...

[He's forcing himself to stand, wincing, tugging Rowan gently up with him. He even manages a smile that doesn't seem fake.]

You were pretty dashing, though.

[amurdermostfowl]

How was I dashing? You're the one who saved our asses. [then, winces, because that's a little on the nose, isn't it. but he's standing too, only sort of letting Noel tug him up.]

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Well from my point of view... [That was on the nose though. But He's guiding Rowan to the shower and turning it on.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[leaning against him while Noel does productive things I guess, letting himself be taken care of a little.]

I need to redo them. Just... after the shower. Don't let me forget, okay?

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Yeah.

[He tests the water and gently pushes Rowan under the water.]

Let's get this gunk off.

[You know the gross aphro goo coating them both.]

[amurdermostfowl]

Yeah. It's no good to be exposed to it much longer. [reaching to tug Noel under with him, to help scrape the worst of it off with a washcloth so the water can penetrate it better.]