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"Sorry, little brother, looks like I win again," Talon laughs, a certain pride in his voice. Magdenell struggles from where the larger drow has him pinned, their bodies moving against each other, skin sliding against skin. Technically, he had already lost, but why not squirm more? It certainly had an effect, based on the quiet sound from above. No surprise, Magdenell had ground up against him not long ago in the same manner. If this didn't rile up his brother a little more, then he would crown himself a normal person.
 
"Not fair," Magd pouts, dry dirt in his hair and smeared over his skin where it clung to sweat. It was fair, he knew, but he wanted to complain. If his brother wants him to shut up, he should do something about it. Like now, maybe?

As if reading his thoughts, Talon moved, cock probing against his entrance, only slightly loosened and slickened by their previous play. Oh, this will hurt! He can't stop smiling anyway, staying still and pliant, even spreading his thighs slightly wider. Loviatar is not unknown to him. As Talon accepted the shameless invitation, Magd twined their fingers together, enjoying the attention and affection from his big brother, no matter how it ached, sometimes even because it did. The people might judge, but he has heard enough empty sputterings to last him his life. If they didn't want to see, they should look away.

Talon set a rough, firm pace nearly immediately, kissing along his brother's neck as he fucked him. There is almost the thought of inviting teeth to the kisses to see how cherry red the skin would become and how much blood might spill. He wished to wear it like jewelry. Then again, hickeys are a bad idea when traveling with people who stick their noses in things. Saying he had wild sex with his brother after wrestling around in the dirt like a pair of animals would be a bad idea. How sad.

After a few deep breaths and focusing on the pleasure, the pain was exactly how he liked it, only a low simmering, flaring now and then to a rougher thrust or the beating of his heart. Magd buried his face in the ground as he moaned, his cheeks bright red as his thoughts focused on the details. How must it look from the outside? Him, all lithe grace, speared upon his brother's cock, maybe even bleeding slightly. Fuck, he hoped he did.

Talon released Magd's wrist, grabbing a handful of black hair, the taupe ends poking through the gaps of his fingers as he yanked him back.
 
"Don't hide from me, Magdenell," Talon ordered, and Magd shivered in delight as he heard his full name fall from those beautiful lips in that low, possessive voice. Ah, how he swooned, smiling like a loon. He ground himself against the dirt, trying to get himself off as his brother pounded into him. It hurt slightly, the ground unforgiving, but that was partially why he did it.

Time sneaks away from him. His only focus was the pleasure boiling low inside him and the harsh, warm breaths into his neck as he wantonly moaned.
 
"Tali," Magd moans, and the drow nips at his ear, trailing those little love bites down Magd's neck. Talon sank his teeth into his little brother's shoulder as he came inside of him. The stutter of those strong hips and the flare of pain made Magdenell ejaculate into the dirt with a wobbly whine, accepting it with a brainless mutter of grateful praise. There is the slowly emerging thought that while his wish had been technically fulfilled, he now needed to patch that wound up. He almost moves, but Talon does not let go.

 

"I'm not done with you yet, little brother," Talon purrs, flipping him over so he can look Magd in the eyes as he begins to fuck him again, kissing his lips deeply.
 
"Mine," he hisses into Magd's mouth, and Magd wraps his arms around Talon to keep him close. Skin to skin, and hopefully blood to blood soon.
 
"Yes," Magd agreed, clinging tighter. "I'm yours, Talon." A breathless agreement, almost sweet in its promise. He loved him so dearly.

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She held the little boy's hand as he led her through the darkening streets, keeping an eye out for either the parents or brother the boy had described.

"There!" The boy says, pointing into a dark alleyway. A pair of mismatched eyes stare back at her. The boy drags her by the hand towards what must be his brother and she worriedly follows. The brother is a adolescent drow: charcoal skin dotted with freckles, long, floppy ears, and a fluff of white hair that almost hid the red and purple eyes that shone in the dark. Magd lets go of her hand to take his brother's and she smiles.

"Now we just need to find your parents," she says, turning her back on the boys to glance over the crowds.

A sharp pain bites into her back and she tries to scream. A small hand covers her mouth, muffling the scream. She is shoved to the ground, hands flipping her over so she can look into the eyes of her attacker.

The two boys stand over her with a sense of pride in their smiles. The older of the two plunges his wicked-looking knife into her chest again.

"Bhaal awaits thee," comes the low soft voice of the boy and her fear skyrockets.

"Bhaal embraces thee," another stab steals her ability to scream.

"None escape Bhaal." His last, violent strike is to her skull, killing her as it shatters.

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"Magdenell," His brother greets coldly. Magd sits on the drow's desk, leaning over slightly to be able to meet his glare. Their mismatched eyes meet, different intent behind their gazes. Yes, that was violence staring back, hm.

Magd smiled a little bit, trying to seem friendly, even slightly narrowing his eyes in an attempt to mimic genuine pleasure. No ulterior motives here. Please keep moving and beware the blood stains.

Merzyr had been furious when Bhaal had all but ousted him in favor of his younger brother, rightfully so. The problem came with the fact that Magd needed his brother's support because he didn't know how to handle everything.

He could probably talk and meddle to get someone to take the position, but a change in leadership is usually always followed by a bloody brawl as everyone can't agree, and when that occurs with cultists who happen to be all murderers, some of which are more prone to following that impulse, that is a bad thing. It would also likely mean killing Merzyr, even if the thought was cute in a way. Magdenell would skin him so sweetly!

"And how are you today, dear Talon," Magd tries for a flirtatious lilt, using the pet name Ketheric always teased his brother with. That made him glare harder, but Magd kept his cool, leaning in a little bit more. There came a certain thrill with putting your fingers into the cage of a prowling beast. Crack, and they all would be gone. Crunch, and you can pull them out of the beast's belly.

Merzyr didn't flinch or move, barely blinking as he stared down Magdenell with a predator's gaze. Those teeth belonged into his brother's squelching flesh. At the close of eternity, they might just wed the same.

Magdenell kissed him, a soft, sweet, lingering kiss. And when he had pulled away, the glare had become beautiful confusion: lips slightly parted, eyebrows drawn up, nose lightly scrunched. It was almost like some of the cats his brother had taken to speaking to. So many don't think of which feline might be listening in when mumbling about their plans.

Magd took advantage of his brother's lack of reaction to kiss him again, sliding his tongue into Merzyr's mouth and threading a hand through his messy, white hair. When they parted to breathe, Merzyr almost immediately claimed his lips again. The reaction wasn't unexpected. The spawn of Bhaal are drawn to each other as much as they are drawn to Baldur's Gate.
Bold, maybe too bold, Magd's hand rested against his brother's thigh, and he could feel the way the drow hardened in his pants. Good, this was going the way he prepared for.

Mind made up, Magd began to undress himself, feeling the way those mismatched red and purple eyes trailed across his skin. Another fun consequence of wearing easily discarded robes is being able to smugly smile at someone as you drop them to the floor. Without hesitation, the Bhaalspawn kicks them to the side, against the desk. Briefly, he thought of how he bent himself over that same desk not long ago to prepare himself on the off-chance it would come to it. Turns out, overthinking can be good for you!

When he reached out to free his brother's cock, Merzyr flinched. Oh? Magdenell internally cringed, feeling a spike of uncertainty. He needs to get this back on track.

"It's alright, Talon," Magd breathes, aiming for soft and soothing. His next attempt is successful. The warm weight of it in his hand makes Magd's mind race and go blank at the same time. So many ways they could fuck, but no idea of what to do now. He acts on impulse, draping himself over Merzyr's lap, lining the drow's cock up with his hole before slowly lowering himself onto it.

"Brother," Merzyr gasps and moans as Magd begins to bounce on his cock. The drow's hands grab onto him, one in his hair to keep him close enough to kiss, one tight around his bicep, keeping him steady with a bruising grip. Would it bloom blue and purple? Would it be gorgeous even as he discards his current form? The gentle flavors of pain made him whine, yearning for more. He almost hoped that Merzyr would take advantage and gore him. Maybe he would be a pretty corpse.

"Talon," Magd moans, angling his hips to get as much pleasure as possible. Merzyr's teeth sink into his collar, a mark that would last weeks if they were lucky. Avoiding healing it might be slightly messy, but a quick prayer to Father might let it linger for longer.

"Mark me up, mark me yours," Magd demands and his brother is all too happy to comply. With a surge of strength, he is picked up and draped over the desk like an offering. Something hurts, a slight sting, but it only brings more pleasure when Merzyr slides right in. Every ache becomes a new reward, from the sharp stings to the dull throbs. The delights of pain bring him closer and closer to the little death faster than he thought.

Like a good brother, he tensed up around the other Bhaalspawn, hearing the hungry growl. With another flare of bold desire, Magdenell wrapped his legs around Merzyr, keeping them flesh to flesh. Is Father watching? Blessing their union?
With soft fingers, he runs along an ear, hearing the soft hitch against his sore lips. The reward is a taste of metal as teeth sink into it in response. Good, he'd keep the detail in mind.

As their breaths mingle from sloppy kisses, the drow finally reaches his peak, spilling himself into the willing flesh below. The rush of heat inside him, together with the filthy knowledge, sends the other Bhaalspawn over the edge, and he comes with a moan of his brother's name. The little death drags him under briefly, covers watchful eyes with hands, grabs lungs to squeeze the air out of them, and plays muscles like strings.

As they both ride out their orgasms, Magd feels a perverse thrill at the possibility that he could be pregnant with his brother's baby. Bhaal has done stranger things, and mating his beloved sons together is not out of the ordinary. Unbidden, a fantasy plays out in his mind: A small infant cradled in his arms to nurse, that version of him already pregnant with another as his brother fawns over both of them.

If only he knew they shared the same thought in the quiet moment after their little death.

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Talon stared blankly off into the distance, the light of the campfire behind him casting his shadow against the trees. He hadn't even wanted to allow Alfira to join them, but Magd had silenced his protests. He wondered if she would still be alive if she hadn't stayed. Talon could remember the sensation of her still warm blood on his hands, the way it both settled and sickened him. Magd was the only other person who had been present for the bard's death, and had been the one to pressure Talon into hiding their involvement, but even he didn't fully remember.

A hand on his shoulder startles Talon out of his spiraling thoughts. He knows the soft fingers that trace the veins in his neck.

"Magd," Talon greets stiffly. They both agreed they must have had some history, but neither of them had enough memory to know what it was. Family? Friends? Lovers? The last one felt almost right to Talon, and he could almost imagine what it might have been like were it true. Magdenell offered a hand to help Talon up, help the drow graciously accepted. For a long moment they stand there together, the darkness seeming to swallow up all sound.

"Ah, Young Masters," a voice Talon didn't recognize said from behind them. They both whirled around and were greeted by a little fiend, dressed to the nines in a tailcoat and top hat.

"What the fuck?" Talon blurts out. The fiend smiles at them.

"Sceleritas Fel," he introduces himself, "Your faithful butler. I am so glad to have found your vile selves at last." The fiend bows and Talon pushes in front of Magd protectively.

"Back off," Talon growls, but the butler only smiles a bit wider.

"Such a good big brother," he coos, as though Talon were an adorable puppy rather than a grown man, "Have you been looking after him?" Talon was about to swear at the fiend some more, but Magd's hand on his arm stopped him. Talon took a step back, letting Magd talk instead.

"Why exactly have you come here?" The sorcerer prompted. Sceleritas grinned widely, pulling out two items. He handed the first- a lumpy folded cloth- to Magd, and the other- a serrated knife made of some kind of red stained metal with a leather wrapped hilt- to Talon.

"A gift for each of you, from your Father," he says, "Follow your hearts and you will return to your true family." And with that the fiend transported himself away, leaving Talon and Magd alone in the dark.

The knife feels oddly warm in Talon's hand and he quickly sheathes it on his thigh to avoid handling it for too long. Something about it felt like the same kind of siren call blood had on him. Talon looks to Magd for direction, having to bite back a chuckle at the off-put expression on his... brother's... face as he unfolded a strange cloak.

"We should deal with this in the morning," Magd decided, folding the cloak over his arm, "Get some rest, we still have a lot to take care of tomorrow."

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Magdenell threw himself into his brother's arms, ignoring Talon's gasp of pain as it aggravated the slice he'd received in the fight. It didn't seem particularly bad, and healing wasn't in short supply, so he saw no reason to fawn over it yet. Magd buried his face in Talon's neck, breathing in his heady scent of loam and cedar, with the underlying musk of campfire smoke and the sharp spice of coppery blood, a mix both instinctively comforting yet uniquely Talon. Funnily enough, the smell of blood didn't even come purely from the wound.

With a purr, Magd ran his tongue across his brother's sweat-soaked skin, tasting him with the giddiness of a bride on her wedding night. He fumbles with Talon's armor, pushing him to the bloody ground with hands made clumsy with leftover adrenaline and lust. Eagerly, he shuffled backward down his brother's body, making sure to avoid actually digging into any of the wounds.

When he finally could bury his face into Talon's groin, Magd couldn't help but moan. The smell from before dampened his thoughts again, low and pleasing. Ah, the blessing of having a sensitive nose and such lovely smells to pick from. It seemed the fight hadn't left Talon cold either, not with the way his cock was eagerly asking for attention.

Talon's hand ran through Magd's hair, and he glanced up through long lashes at his brother, who was propped up on his elbows, watching him with a fond smile.

"Beautiful," the drow breathes, and Magd nuzzles against his cock, enjoying the way his brother's face contorted as he tried to maintain control. Time to break that, to snap the feeble bounds that control. Magd slowly took Talon's length in his mouth, inch by inch, until the cock was buried in his throat, and his nose was pressed firmly against Talon's skin. Gods, it was hard to pay attention to anything else but it.

Magd was almost high from the delicious taste, intoxicating scent, and breathless moans that fell from his brother's lips. Magd nearly hated to surrender any part of the cock in his mouth. Sadly, that wasn't his choice for long. How Talon yanked on his hair as he tried to fuck into Magd's throat gave the half-elf little choice but to obey, bobbing his head as he started a fast pace.

"Magdenell," Talon gasped, his cock already beginning to leak precum into his brother's mouth, "Brother, please." Magd's hand slid to fondle Talon's balls, stimulating him further. Warm and soft in his hands, he was careful to keep his nails away from the skin, only gently tracing his thumb over them or lightly squeezing. Stopping all this by hurting his brother because he got too rough was not in the plan.

Suddenly, he wasn't pulled up anymore, kept still as Talon ground against his face. No time to breathe, to recover, to think. Magdenell doesn't mind it.

There's a wet, breathless gurgle as the silence is shattered by him being yanked off instead. Talon pulled Magd up, licking at the sorcerer's lips before kissing him deeply, tasting himself on his brother's tongue. He flipped them over, pinning Magd to the blood-stained ground still littered with corpses. It is deceptively easy to rid the sorcerer of his robes and even easier to slip spit-lubed fingers into him. It hurts, and by all right, Magd should have pulled away, yet he does none of that. Like a wanton whore, he pushes back, groaning and whining.

Magdenell tilted his hips to take them deeper, burying his face in Talon's neck to get another beautiful taste and smell of his brother's skin as he got fucked open on his fingers so perfectly.

He couldn't wait to have that cock reshape his guts again.

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Talon's eyes followed the sorcerer, marveling at the soft skin and lean muscles. He wanted something, something terrible and forbidden. Shadowheart rested her head against his shoulder.

"What's wrong, dear?" She asks him. Talon shakes his head. He can't answer. Maybe he could have if they hadn't told their companions that he and Magd were actually brothers, but since they had, he didn't dare slip up and even imply  that he had feelings so far beyond inappropriate for any brother to feel.

He wanted Magd, in every way, wanted to hold him as he slept, wanted to kiss those velvet-soft lips, wanted to feel those hands on his body. It was sick, twisted, a terrible sin. He wanted to have sex with his brother. Everyone would hate him if they knew, even Magd.

Especially Magd.

Talon buried his face in Shadowheart's cleavage, making her laugh. She pet his hair as she arranged herself on his lap.

"Why don't you come to my tent tonight so I can help you work off some of that stress," Shadowheart purred. Talon kissed her, fierce and possessive. It felt like betrayal that his eyes peeked towards Magd still.

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"Here, gimme a boost," Magd demands with a strange smile, practically throwing himself into the arms of his brother without any hesitation. Talon barely keeps his balance as Magd uses him as a stepping stool to fumble for the key on the side of the cliff. From above came the quiet rustle of fabric and the light clinking of the key, yet no progress seemed to be made. Below, Talon blushed furiously as he noticed Magd's crotch was right in front of his face. There was a quiet laugh, surely not related. Right?

Briefly, Talon entertained the idea of stealing a taste, nothing more than the swipe of a curious tongue. That thought was cut off as his younger brother's grip slipped a little, and he leaned further into Talon's grasp. Time stopped for the most fleeting of moments, crawling, leaving enough space for everything to fall over itself. The warm, slightly damp fabric rubbed across his face, and Talon could tell that he was already hard, his still clothed cock rubbing against Talon's cheek. He wanted Magd.

He wanted–

He wanted–

Something snapped in his head, something dark and vicious. Skin turned to leather, claws, and teeth burst forth, spiked tail whipping in his frenzy as the Slayer grabbed Magd, pinning him to the ground. Clothes shredded under serrated claws as Talon, now a hulking, four-armed beast, salivated over his brother's body. His mandibles clicked as he sniffed his brother's trembling form, acting on instinct.

Magd bit his lip as he spread his legs invitingly, ignoring the sharp sting where claws had cut more than cloth. This wasn't exactly how the sorcerer had planned it, but he wasn't going to pass up a prime opportunity to have his big brother fuck him with no holds barred. Well, maybe some. That cock didn't look like it would fit into any hole he had without tearing flesh. It did nothing to stop the tingle at the thought of being torn, of bleeding out his guts and dying. That was a horrible idea. He really shouldn't. Why did it feel like his very blood was laughing at him?

Talon rutted against him, grinding that intimidatingly large cock over his stomach, trailing behind a soft slickness. It drew a soft gasp from the half-elf, who let his head drop before picking it up again. The second, more needy thrust kicked his lust-addled brain into gear, hands groping it. It was warm like fresh blood, drooling into his hands, which seemed almost dainty in comparison. Hold on, he had an idea. He reached up and stroked the neck and cheeks of his brother's monstrous form with one hand to soothe while using the other to play at the small hole, listening to the sharp click and hiss.

When Talon started rutting again, he clamped down his thighs around that cock, moaning at the feeling of it sliding between as it made a mess of him.

"How long have you been holding yourself back, Tal? All you had to do was ask," Magd pants as he gave the head a quick swipe each time it slid up his stomach. Gods, it reached to his ribs . The Slayer's claws from his front arms pin Magd's shoulders to the ground, nails biting into flesh and scraping stone. Well, no more playing like that, but he doesn't hesitate to clench down tighter around that ridged cock.

Deliciously, the Slayer was rough, taking his pleasure from Magd by force, providing delicious pain and pleasure with each rough thrust. Having that cock rub up against his dick was both painful and pleasurable for Magdenell, who scarcely knew the difference at that moment.

"Brother," Magd encouraged, whimpering like prey pushed into a corner, shivering before the big bad wolf. "Come on, puppy, please." The Slayer's rough tongue ran over Magd's chest and cheeks, soothing him as Magd came hard, panting and sobbing, but it wasn't enough to stop the Slayer. Nails dug deeper, blood flowing. Magdenell's vision swam like ink in water, diluting slowly.

It felt like an eternity before the Slayer reached his peak, covering Magd's abused body with hot cum. It spurt over his chest, running down the sides and pooling around his neck before dripping down to turn his hair into a filthy mess.

Slowly, slowly, the lizard-like Slayer melted back into the panting, breathless drow, confused and exhausted from what had happened and still towering over his brother. Magd held him close, bestowing gentle kisses on Talon's lips and cheeks.

"Is that better, brother?" Magd asked, brushing some of Talon's messy hair out of his face. Talon was trembling, trying to pull himself away despite everything in his body telling him to stay.

"I shouldn't– I'm sorry," he stammers, stumbling back, trying to fix his disheveled clothing. Magd carefully pushed himself up, a slightly annoyed look on his face.

"Talon," he said firmly, waiting until his brother shyly met his gaze, "We may be siblings, but I want more than just that, and clearly, you do as well." Talon tried to stutter out a protest, but Magd cut him off with a thorough kiss.

"Next time, don't wait so long to fuck me."

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"What‽" came the thunderous cry. Merzyr stood, anger in his eyes as he faced down his father.

"What has he done to deserve taking my place‽" the young drow demanded, "I've served loyally, haven't I? Why does Magdenell get to–"

" Enough !" Bhaal's shout is punctuated with a stab of pain through the young man's body, causing Merzyr to fall to his knees with a cry of pain.

"I have given an order and you will obey, child," Bhaal says, the careless wave of his hand sending another punishing stab of pain shooting through Merzyr's body. The drow collapses in on himself under his father's punishment, nearly sobbing from pain.

"Magdenell is in charge," Bhaal repeats, letting the pain fade so that Merzyr can speak.

"I understand, Father," the drow murmurs mutinously.   

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Talon squirmed, panting, gasping, and moaning as Magd's tongue prodded at his hole, the younger man's nails dug into his hips, punishing him for moving.

"Magd, please," Talon gasped. Magdenell didn't let up, eating his brother out like a man starving. The drow's untouched cock was leaking precum, pearly drops beading like diamonds on his dark skin.

"Brother," Talon moaned, the maddening sensations almost too much for him. He tried to pull away, but Magd growled threateningly into him, making Talon freeze. Magd redoubled his efforts, making Talon nearly sob from how sensitive and overstimulated he was. He came untouched for the third time since his brother had yanked him down. Magd hummed happily, turning a slight bit of attention towards licking Talon's balls clean, but still neglecting his poor aching cock.

Talon was a mess, soaked in sweat, covered in his own cum and barely coherent as he moaned and gasped and sobbed his brother's name over and over like a prayer. Magd didn't let up, teasing and tormenting his big brother for his delicious taste and when he had finally sated his hunger, he rolled them over, pinning Talon to the ground as he shoved his cock into the drow's abused hole. Talon whimpered and Magd kissed him softly.

"That's it, Tali," he moaned, "You feel so good puppy."

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"Magdenell," Talon snapped. The half elf paled slightly.

"Yes, brother?" he answers smoothly, turning to face the drow.

"Did you eat my butterscotch?" Talon demanded.

"Of course not," Magd says, trying for a smile, "I'd never have eaten them." Talon's eyes narrowed.

"You gave them to someone else," Talon says. It wasn't a question.

"Yeah, sorta," Magd agreed.

"Sorry?" He tried, but Talon wasn't having it.

"I was saving those!" He shouted, shoving Magd. Magd pushed back and the two degenerated into tussling. Talon tackled Magd to the ground, leveraging his superior bulk to pin his little brother to the ground. Magd sank his teeth into Talon's forearm, trying to get him to let go of the hair he was pulling.

A splash of cold water over both of them made them freeze, turning identical looks of bewilderment onto Wyll, who set the bucket aside.

"If you two are done fighting..?" The warlock said with a laugh. Magd and Talon looked at each other for a second before slowly disentangling themselves with only mild arguing.

Once they were both on their feet however, they exchanged an almost conspiratorial glance. By silent agreement they flanked Wyll, who only noticed something was wrong when they grabbed him. The two Bhaalspawn carried him to the river.

"No- wait! I'm sorry," Wyll pleaded through his laughter. They threw him into the cold water, making him come up coughing and laughing.

Talon and Magd stood there for a moment, basking in their victory. Talon held his hand out for a fist bump without looking at his brother and Magd obliged with a smirk towards the sodden Blade of Frontiers.

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Magdenell pulled off his bloody shirt, tossing it aside for someone else to deal with. It wasn't as if there weren't enough who would rush to serve the Bhaalspawn. Merzyr found himself staring at his brother's body, heat stealing into his cheeks. 
 

It seemed like only a little while ago that Magdenell was small and adorable, when had that changed? When had the soft, round little ball of energy Sceleritas had handed him turned into this commanding spellcaster? This was a long, long way from the small child looking up at Bhaal and pleading for uppies so he could sling water at unsuspecting people from the high shelves. Merzyr still felt such guilt from allowing Magd to seduce him, but how could he resist when those beautiful eyes pleaded with him? Everyone speaks tall of resisting until they stand before it, until a sweet voice whispers into their ear, until they hear those pretty moans. Merzyr stepped forward, grabbing his brother's wrist and dragging him to the communal showers. 
 

"Stop trailing blood everywhere," he snapped after a moment, no real heat in his voice as Magd began to strip the rest of the way down on the way, not shy in the slightest. He must know what he was doing with that. He must.

In the silence, Merzyr was standing there, holding a towel for Magd and watching his brother begin to shower. 

The game of pretend didn't last long, flesh morphing with a flash of raw meat and a swirl of blood. The skin had turned marble white, glossy with a light rainbow sheen. The long tail swinging behind him curled around his legs for a moment, the ornaments of bright red and dusky purple flaring to let water rush under. The water traced every muscle, rivulets pouring down that beautiful skin, drops falling from strands of pale hair. Merzyr didn't realize he was staring until Magd met his eyes. It was like glimpsing at the end of days, a red-radiant destiny. Merzyr could get lost in them, almost seeing the endless plains of sprawling gore. Their Father always loved Magdenell most, he thinks.

Merzyr's knees were weak as his brother stepped closer. Casually, Magdenell pulled the towel out of his unresisting arms, beginning to dry himself off, gently running it over the prideful horns arching over his head. He was like Orin, yet so much more elegant, full of beautiful swoops and sharp edges, natural weapons. Whose creativity did their Father steal when creating him? Merzyr's mouth was dry as he watched his brother's movements. Light reflecting off the water that clung to him like diamonds, and the mesmerizing patterns that swirled underneath.

With a smug, knowing look, Magdenell put a hand on his brother's shoulder, and Merzyr's legs gave out, his knees hitting tile with a painful crack. This beautiful instrument of death looked down on him, hand stroking Merzyr's cheek, delighting as the drow gazed up at his younger brother with a conflicted longing. 
 
Magd leaned a little closer, offering himself to Merzyr. The drow took his brother's cock in his mouth reverently, slowly sucking him. An act of worship, maybe.

Magd's hands pet his hair and stroked his cheeks as he pleasured his brother, sharp claws teasing at skin, running close to his eyes. A twist of the wrist, and Merzyr would be blind, bleeding, and probably disoriented.

 
Breathe, please, submit.

Slow, languid thrusts grow quicker, rougher. A minute, then more, before fading as time is only tracked in the ache of his jaw and the voice above growing breathier.

"Brother," Magd moaned as he came, tail curling up tightly in a display of pleasure. Merzyr swallowed eagerly, tasting his sweet brother's cum.

He licked his lips and Magd's cock clean like a good brother and was rewarded with Magd leaning down to kiss him gently. 
 
Merzyr stayed kneeling there in the puddles for a long time after Magenell had left, wrestling with the guilt of what he had done.

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Talon murmured a prayer to his goddess, divine magic leaping to his fingers to knit Magd's skin back together.

"Stop getting hurt," he chided his little brother. Magd just smiled with a wide-eyed innocence that was fooling nobody.  Talon rolled his eyes and shook his head, but the small smile on his face was fond. Their father sent a stab of pain through Talon's body, punishing him for drawing on Lolth's power. Talon gasped as he fell to his knees. Magd drew close, pulling Talon into a hug.

"Why do you do this to yourself? Why do you insist on denying Father? You know he'll continue to punish you until you stop," Magd  said, petting Talon's hair, "If you renounce her, Father will accept you back, I just know it."

"I won't. I can't," Talon hissed through clenched teeth and he began to murmur a prayer to Lolth, leaning his head on Magd's shoulder. Bhaal sends another lash of pain through Talon's body, making him cry out. Every inch of his body hurt, save for the places where Magd's skin touched his own.

"Please, brother," Magd begged, unable to fully keep the distress from his voice, "I hate seeing you in pain like this." Talon shook his head.

"I won't let him win," Talon forces out. He closes his eyes, trying to drown out the bloodlust with his prayers. Magd's hands card through Talon's hair, nails scraping across his scalp comfortingly, ignoring the way Talon writhed in pain as their father punished him. Magd begins to sing, his voice soft and hoarse. Talon buried his face in his brother's neck, feeling Magd's pulse and the vibrations of his voice in his chest.

The drow's skin was fevered, sweat beading up on his skin. Magd didn't care, still cradling his big brother. He pressed a kiss to Talon's forehead, then another to his lips, barely interrupting his song until Talon's soft whimpers faded to silence as the other Bhaalspawn fell into a fitful sleep.