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Disclaimer: I do not own Ender's Game. Orson Scott Card, God bless him, does. I am simply a fan writing fanfiction. I make no money in the writing of this.

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TOUCH
Part 4
an Ender's Game fanfic
by lordoberon

The voice came low and hissing. “Do you think I didn’t notice you liked touching me? You pervert. You dirty…beast! Thus do men become beasts. And you’re not even a man. How should I treat you, you animal?”
Ender trembled beneath his brother, as those silvery eyes looked down on him, all the wrath of God in that gaze. He shut his eyes as Peter’s hand reached out and grabbed his hair, and then his brother was lifting him up, and dragging him to the bed.
Peter sat down, his hands still digging in Ender’s hair, and then Ender was wrenched down, gasping, his face pushed into the bed. Was Peter suffocating him? No. Those strong arms reached underneath him, and hefted him up, and down, until he lay across Peter’s lap like some sort of sacrifice. And even through all of this, with his heart pounding in his ears, he could feel the trickle of excitement and desire in his mind and his body. His hips were positioned over his brother’s, with a firm hand holding him down by his knees.
When the hand moved upward, Ender was surprised. Those cool fingertips sidled down his back, making him shiver, and then grabbed the waistband of his underwear and yanked them down, revealing his bare buttocks to the air.
The first slap of that hand against his ass had Ender crying out, and his eyes watered up. He yelled again at the second smack, and then tried to quiet himself, so as not to give Peter the satisfaction. That hard hand smacked down on him, again and again, until the sting was constant. One. Two. Three. Over and over.
Ender fisted the sheets in his hands, whimpering, as Peter’s fingertips explored again. A breath of relief whooshed through him. He hoped the hitting was over. Peter’s fingertips were touching him, circling around each cheek of his buttocks, and then down to stroke over his thighs. He could feel the hard bulge of Peter’s cock pressing up against him, and it made him feel a little breathless. He wanted it.
Peter’s hands squeezed Ender’s flesh, making the young boy pant. This felt good, even though every touch of Peter’s fingers made the tender flesh sting even more. He squeaked when Peter began the spanking again, faster this time. He could hear Peter’s quickened breath, and feel Peter shifting beneath him, to thrust his cock up against Ender’s thigh. Ender knew Peter was doing it purposely, when he felt that bulge nudging up against his own hard cock. He pushed his thighs down, against Peter’s, and was rewarded with a telling moan.
Then all of a sudden, the smacking stopped. Ender sat up, slowly, taking a deep breath. He watched as Peter’s tongue slid out and licked over those full lips. Peter’s hands shook a little, as they lay over his thighs. Ender slid a hand behind him, wincing as a single touch set his butt hurting again.
Then Peter was reaching out, and embracing Ender. Ender felt a dizzy confusion for a second, before he realized he was being lifted up, pulled over to sit in Peter’s lap.
“Mmm. There’s a good boy.” Peter’s voice was husky in arousal, his breath hot over Ender’s left ear. Ender kept utterly still. His heartbeat was loud in his ears. He could feel Peter’s chest against his back, a little sweaty, and panting. Peter’s hands lay at his sides, and his cock was a thrumming thrust beneath Ender’s bottom, making him ache with desire for it.
His brother’s larger hands went over his, and placed them down on the bed. Peter wrapped his arms around Ender’s waist, pulling him up and back a little, to settle him more comfortable in his lap. To his surprise, his brother’s arms stayed around him.
Then, with a calculated preciseness, Peter dragged his tongue up Ender’s neck, licking over the hickey he had created earlier, and then the hot wet of his tongue thrust into Ender’s ear. At first, Ender tried to be quiet, but it became more difficult, as Peter’s hands moved up, and his thumbs brushed over Ender’s nipples.
That tongue slithered all over Ender’s ear, down and around, and Ender whimpered as those perfect teeth nibbled at his ear, a little roughly. He trembled in pleasure when one of Peter’s hands slid down to lay over his stomach, fingertips touching the hem of his underwear. Then Peter was twisting them both around a little, and his other hand grabbed Ender’s chin and coaxed it to the side with a gentle nudge. Ender closed his eyes as his brother’s mouth went over his.
That soft tongue glided over Ender’s lips once or twice, and it elicited a soft moan from Ender. Then Peter slipped his tongue in Ender’s mouth. He explored every inch, gliding his tongue over Ender’s teeth and all around his tongue, and then as the kiss became harder, rougher, both boys were moaning and Ender had his fingers cupping his brother’s jaw.
Peter pulled away, licking the drops of blood from his mouth. He settled Ender in his lap again, and then his right hand jumped down to Ender’s thigh. Ender whimpered as one long finger brushed up and down his leg. It started at the knee, and then slowly inched up, up, and then moved a little faster, up his thigh, and then over and up to his hip. Then it would start again, up, up, until Ender was fidgety with frustration.
“Patience, my brother…”
Ender didn’t want to be patient! He pushed his hips down, hearing his brother’s gasp echo his own when that hard cock was shoved up against his bottom, throbbing between the tender cheeks.
For that, he got a twist to his ear, making him yowl. Peter laughed, loud and long, his chest shaking against Ender.
Then, finally, his hand inched up, up, to rest over Ender’s arousal. In a second he was grasping Ender’s cock, his fingers wrapped around it, and he began to slide his grip up and down.
“Ohh…P-Peter…!”
“Do you want more? Tell me when you want more.”
“P-Peter…” Ender’s head had fallen back to rest on his brother’s shoulder, and his hands were squeezing Peter’s thighs. He could feel the pleasure rolling into him in waves unlike before.
“Tell me,” was the whispered reply.
“I…” Ender gasped, as the head of his cock was squeezed between two fingertips. Oh, god. He wanted more. He wanted Peter. He wanted everything. “I want more…”
“What’s the magic word?”
Those lovely fingers stroked up his length, resting over the waistband of his underwear, and then slid down again, a hard thumb rubbing against the slit. Oh. Oh! “P-Please…Please, Peter.”
Ender felt like he could barely breathe anymore. He licked his dry lips. When his brother’s fingers lifted up the waistband of his underwear, a great shuddering groan came from his mouth. He gasped, as Peter’s fingers pulled the piece of cloth away from his body, down to twist around his ankles.
And then Peter’s bare hands were on his cock, hefting the weight in his smooth hands. Ender moaned, pushing against his brother’s hand that was so deliciously touching him. Those soft fingertips stroked over his hard member, up and down, and then pumped with a consistent rhythm. He could feel Peter moving beneath him, jerking his hips up, thrusting, his twitching cock bouncing against Ender’s buttocks again and again.
Then Peter’s fingers slid down, down Ender’s length and between his legs. They sidled over the balls, and then suddenly a hard, painful finger was pushed up into Ender’s hole. He cringed against the pain as it lanced up into him, and sighed when the pain left.
Peter’s hand resumed its stroking, faster and faster, and Ender came with a gasp, his come spurting out onto Peter’s hand. As he sat there, the waves of pleasure subsiding, he was surprised when Peter’s hand went back, and he heard distinct wet sounds as Peter began to lick up the come. He turned his body, watching as that tongue slipped out again and again, until every white thread was gone and Peter’s hand was shiny wet.
He obeyed the hand that pushed against his back, and stood up. And then he watched, as Peter’s wet hand pushed his pants down. He looked at Peter’s cock, hard, the precome a little bead at the tip. Peter’s hand brushed between his thighs, and then, just as he had with Ender, he was pushing a finger up into that hole. Except his finger was wet, and the more he pushed it, the more he moaned.
Ender’s gaze stayed fixed on his brother. The eyes were closed, mouth open and gasping. Peter made all sorts of sounds as he thrust his wet finger into his hole again and again, up and down. He jerked his hips up with it, his cock wet against his belly. Ender watched that finger be joined by a second, and pushed up with even more force. Peter had his chin down on his chest, and for every thrust he was making the most beautiful sounds.
He came with a groan, pulling the fingers out, and fell back against the bed. The chest rose and fell, rose and fell, and then slowed, slowed.
He sat up and looked at Ender, saying, “Bath.”
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