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Alone Together	By : wingwyrm Category: A through F > The Black Jewel Trilogy Views: 1970 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own BJT or any of the characters or concepts. I am not making any money from this. Anne Bishop owns the Black Jewels Trilogy.

Chapter List
- 1-Alone Together
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Author Notes: Apparently all my porn is writen for Roma-chan. :) I totally got her into BJT and then she wanted Daemon/Lucivar, so I indulged her.
Wordcount: 1872
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Golden leathery wings shivered under Daemon's touch as he stroked down his brother's back with warm oil coating his hands.
Lucivar moaned and arched under his touch. "Bastard..."
"Prick," Daemon whispered in his dark, seductive voice. Lucivar closed his eyes and leaned his head forward, showing his venerable neck to the predator above him.
Phantom hands caressed Lucivar's chest and he arched further into the touch. Daemon's black as night hair brushed against Lucivar's shoulders as he lay kisses down under the junction where wings met back.
With a deep growl Lucivar pulled his knees up under his body, lifting his ass into the air, "Just... Make me feel alive, Bastard." He didn't beg. No SaDiablo or Yuslana has ever, or will ever beg.
Daemon's hands slipped further down his waist and cradled Lucivar's hips gently, "Are you sure, Prick?" They were brothers. Daemon had never crossed this line before and he wasn't sure that he wanted to now. But they are brothers, and Daemon was willing to do anything for Lucivar.
"Yes, Mother Night," Lucivar swore in a growl as Daemon let one oil-slick hand trail over his hip, down his thigh and up to the curve of his buttocks, "Hell's Fire, Daemon, yes."
Daemon leans down and kisses the small of Lucivar's back, "Lucivar," It's the first time in a long time that the two of them have spoken each other's names. They'd taken nicknames when they'd become slaves and they never used their real names with each other.
Bur here, now, in this place and in this time, they weren't slaves. They were a Black-Jewelled, Black Widow Warlord Prince and an Ebon-Grey-Jewelled, Eyrien Warlord Prince. They are brothers in Blood and Brothers in blood. They are powerful and free and together, if only for a little while.
"How do you want me?" Daemon asked in his silky, court-trained voice, his bedroom voice. He's been trained to give pleasure and he is glad that he can use that training to pleasure those closest to him. He's never touched a woman with his flesh, only his phantom hands and he wants to prove that his brother is worth everything to him, so he dismisses the phantoms and holds Lucivar close to him, their skin tingling as it touches and Daemon finds it different. He finds that skin on skin touch is so much ... more.
Lucivar wrapped his arms around the back of his head and his fingers dug into Daemon's hair and he pulled his brother in close, twisting his neck around so that he can press their lips together. Their tongues tangle as though they were fighting and both men moan.
"In me," Lucivar pulled his mouth away and licked their shared saliva from Daemon's lips. The heat in the room is intense and Daemon's body is sliding over Lucivar's as he tried to hold them together.
"I don't want to hurt you," Daemon murmured into Lucivar's ear as he pressed kisses over the golden neck. His idly compares their skin tone and knows that it is something they share with their father, the gold tone of Dhemlan Kaeleer natives.
Lucivar shook his head as he whispered back, "You won't hurt me." It was true. Lucivar had been hurt so much and for so long that nothing Daemon would do to him would hurt. He was trained to withstand pain and he had taken his training just as well as Daemon had taken his.
"Lucivar," Daemon kissed him again and his hands trailed down Lucivar's chest, "I want to kiss you," He said as he rolled the Eyrien's nipples between his finger tips. Lucivar moaned and Daemon could feel the vibrations in his own chest and the Eyrien nodded.
"Yes, Hell's Fire, Dae," Lucivar's hips thrust as Daemon's cock pushed up against his ass, "Yes."
"'Dae'?" Daemon smirked and spun Lucivar in his arms, trapping the man against him, chest to chest.
"Well," Lucivar smirked, "You can call me 'Luc' if you want." Neither one wanted to make a big deal about it, but they separated their lives with names. They knew Witch was coming and they wanted to be able to use their real names when they came to her Court.
Daemon shifted Lucivar onto his knees. Lucivar leaned back and lifted his arms, grabbing the top of the headboard. His hips lifted and he smirked at his brother. Daemon smiled and his eyes darkened in lust.
Daemon reached for the oil that he'd used to sooth the scars on Lucivar's back and poured some into the palm of his hand, "I'm not going to hurt you, Luc," He coated his fingers and slipped one hand under Lucivar's thick and blood full cock while the other encircled the throbbing member. He rubbed his fingers gently against the tight muscle and Lucivar relaxed under his ministrations.
Lucivar trusted Daemon and Daemon wasn't going to do anything to make his brother not trust him. Not ever.
A single finger slipped into the tight passage and Lucivar's hips jerked. "Dae..." His eyes closed and Daemon leaned close and kissed Lucivar with teeth and tongue. Lucivar tasted dark and heavy and familiar. He trailed kisses down Lucivar's neck and chest, pausing at his nipples to lath them with his rough tongue. Lucivar growled in the back of his throat and the Sadist smirked before biting on the nipple in his mouth hard.
Lucivar arched up, a cry of pleasure filled pain caught in his throat. Daemon used the opportunity to add a second finger to his brother's entrance and Lucivar tightened instinctively.
"You have to relax, Luc," Daemon continued to kiss down Lucivar's chest, swirling his tongue around the Eyrien's bellybutton. Lucivar murmured under his breath and Daemon drew his hand up and down over his dick. "Are you relaxed?" He asked as he lifted his head from the crease between Lucivar's hip and crotch.
Lucivar nodded jerkily and Daemon could feel the muscles around his fingers unclench. He stroked Lucivar to keep him calm and as a reward. He breathed heavily over Lucivar's cock and Lucivar's hips tried to thrust up. Daemon buried his fingers in his brother deeper, looking for that special place and he found it quickly.
"Mother Night!" Lucivar cried out, his eyes flying open though he wasn't looking at anything. "Dae! Right there," He panted.
Daemon engulfed Lucivar in his mouth as he pressed his fingers up against that same spot and Lucivar shuddered, his moans and groans growing louder as his head thrashed from side to side, his long black hair tangling over his shoulders.
Lucivar was earthy and dark and musky and Daemon could find himself not minding the taste of his brother in his mouth. Lucivar growled to get on with it and Daemon pulled his fingers from Lucivar and added one more finger.
"No, Dae, I can take it, just get on with it. Just... now. In me, now."
Daemon lifted off Lucivar and licked the heady tasting pre-cum from his lips, "I am not going to hurt you, Luc," he growled at his younger brother and Lucivar snarled at him. "No." He insisted. Daemon softened his voice and he stroked Lucivar gently, "You're all I have, Brother. I am not going to hurt you."
Lucivar stared at him and the fire in his eyes became blanketed and his mouth quirked up into a kind smile. It transformed his face into something Daemon wanted to see again. That was the face that his brother should be able to wear all the time, not the feral growl that he usually had. "Okay." Lucivar nodded to Daemon.
Daemon wanted to say that he loved Lucivar, but he knew that he'd not be able to say it until they were free. Free to serve Witch.
The muscles in Lucivar were stretched enough for Daemon to be able to move fairly quickly and he gave Lucivar one last lick before he removed his fingers from his brother and sat back on his knees. Lucivar watched him use more oil to slick himself and the Eyrien panted heavily.
"Luc, are you sure?" Daemon asked as he insulated himself between Lucivar's legs. Lucivar wrapped his legs around his waist and pulled him closer.
"I want you. I want you Dae, so much," Lucivar reached up with one hand and pulled Daemon down to kiss him. Daemon let Lucivar control the kiss as he pressed as gently as he could into his brother.
"Hell's Fire, Luc," Daemon pulled their mouths apart and buried his face into Lucivar's sweat covered neck. "So tight, so good," He groaned.
Lucivar released his hold on the headboard, letting himself lie fully on his wings as he wrapped his arms around his brother's shoulders. It was a submission position that he never liked, but this was Daemon, this was the man that he trusted fully. Daemon wouldn't hurt him, would never hurt him. "Dae, so big, you're inside me, I love you."
Daemon's hips thrust up, into Lucivar and Daemon panted as his heart thumped heavily in his chest. "Luc, Lucivar," He whispered, "Luc..."
"It's okay, Dae," Lucivar stroked Daemon's back. He knew that his brother would never say it out loud. "It's okay."
*I love you. You are everything,* Daemon whispered to him through an Ebon-Grey thread. No one but Lucivar would hear that. No one.
Lucivar drew Daemon into another heady kiss, thrusting his hips in time with his tongue and Daemon responded, driving powerfully into the Eyrien, hitting the small bundle of nerves hidden in his brother with every thrust. They moaned into each other's mouths, eyes closed. There was no envisioning of someone else for them, they knew who was with them and they wanted no one else in their moment of pleasure.
"Dae," Lucivar gasped, arching up, the pleasure building. He wasn't going to last much longer.
"Luc," Daemon's hips stuttered and he bit down hard on Lucivar's neck, "Hell's Night. Mother Night." Daemon drove into Lucivar and his brother mewled into his ear, "Damn it, Luc," Daemon gasped for air, "You, you..."
Lucivar's eyes rolled up in his head and he cried out as he came, streams of thick white cum streaking over both brothers stomachs. Daemon growled low in his throat when Lucivar's orgasm made his muscles tighten around his cock and he slammed into his brother one last time and with a howl came hard into Lucivar.
They rested against each other, physically tired but mentally revived. Their thoughts streamed from one to another as they talked without words through the Ebon-Grey link that they had established earlier.
Daemon lifted himself off of Lucivar sometime later and pulled out of the Eyrien gently. "You're alright?"
"Yes," Lucivar smiled at Daemon and clenched his muscles tightly to keep his brothers essence in his body. He wasn't able to let any of Daemon's cum leave him. "Thank you."
"Thank you," Daemon kissed Lucivar chastely and smiled into his mouth. Lucivar stretched under his brother and ran his hands through Daemon's thick black hair. "Luc, I..."
"Shh," Lucivar leaned up on one elbow and kissed Daemon's forehead, "I know. It's okay Brother, I know."
And he did. They both did.
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