闇牢獄
Yami Rougoku
By DrowElfMorwen
闇エルフモルエン作
Eyes gently closed, and with a pleasant smile upon his face, Honglath Freth could almost see the stars again. He lay in his comfortable bed outstretched, hands behind his head and feet crossed, and his long hair falling about his chest over his white shirt or the sanguine-colored blankets and pillows. His journal lay open in his lap, the ink drying on the pages from his most recent poem about the vibrant lights in the dark heavenly dome that was the night sky.
The dark elven sorcerer, a drow of five feet nine, took pleasure in the simple things life had to offer. He loved sitting upon the high ledges in Menzoberranzan to look at the city from above, admiring the architecture, faerie fire, and over-all appearance of the splendid city. He also loved what he did in the city, and that was his employment as a teacher in Sorcere, the wizardry academy of the Underdark city. Granted, sorcerers were not normally teachers, but Honglath had a talent for it and loved lecturing the students on proper summoning and using necromantic magics; both of which he was famous for. Today he was off from his teaching—once a day per ten-day was his only free time—and he always spent the day by himself if he could, writing, daydreaming, or using his magical dial to escape to the surface he so loved; to the stars he so admired.
Just thinking about the surface and its peace relaxed him so much he didn’t hear the magical locks on the suite’s door coming undone, opening and closing again.
Veldrin, as he removed his cloak and weapons, looked at his brother lying on the bed with a tinge of jealousy. Unlike the warrior Honglath was rarely at the house, except once a week, and it seemed when he was here he was left alone. But Veldrin on the other hand was constantly harassed by his two older sisters, both priestesses of Lolth and one of them a high priestess. But no, it seemed as if the powerful sorcerer missed out on that. Was it because his powerful position in Sorcere gave House Freth prestige, or something else?
Since he couldn’t escape like his brother, the warrior did something even more radical. He was actually a student priest—but not of Lolth. Oh no, never that. Instead, he met a drow named Riknet D’ett who introduced the doctrine and teachings of Vhaeraun to him. Vhaeraun, the Masked Lord, patron of male drow—he was what Veldrin looked up to as the most perfect of the drow deities; flawless in every way. The drow rule the elves and the elves rule Faerűn—and most importantly, Lolth and her sadistic, tyrant rule would be destroyed. Males and females would be equal, and no longer would he or Honglath suffer under the women’s authoritarian whips.
As he looked upon his brother, Veldrin wondered how the sorcerer managed to get more scars than him, since he himself was around a lot more. Then again, Inyakess had picked Honglath out when he was young to pick on whenever she felt in a sour or torturous mood… that and the fact that when the warrior-priest did something bad he often managed to point the evidence away from him and act innocent.
He regretted, somewhat, doing what he did when he was younger, only because of Honglath’s injuries from it. Yet at the same time it struck him that his identical twin was perfectly happy with his existence, completely at peace, where with Veldrin every day was a little more dangerous to live than the last.
Look at him, he thought. His stiletto is probably in his drawer. He wouldn’t be able to pull it out quick enough if someone came upon him suddenly…
The Vhaeraunan tilted his head slightly, wondering, his intense gaze on the face that mirrored his own. His brother suddenly opened his eyes and looked over to him. “Hello Veldrin.”
“Don’t give me that,” he replied. “If I was anyone else I could have killed you.”
“Oh please. I knew it was you.” He tapped his temple. “I can feel you remember?”
“That only works sometimes,” the warrior argued, still standing several feet away. He untied his leather boots and kicked them aside.
“I still knew,” he said again, and closed the journal on his lap. The sorcerer sat up and put it on the dresser, then ran his hands through his long, silky platinum hair, trying to clear his mind a bit but not really wanting too. He figured he could just relax all day.
Veldrin watched his brother with an intense curiously, almost as if not understanding him. Indeed it struck him that Honglath was naďve, yet then out of all drow in the Underdark his twin was anything but that. But so innocent he seemed… as if the darkness of Menzoberranzan did not touch him.
The warrior suddenly strode over to the bed and climbed on over his brother. The sorcerer’s eyes widened in surprise. “Veldrin—”
He kissed his brother on the lips.
For a moment, Honglath let him, but then he placed his hand ever so gently on his twin’s muscular shoulder and pushed at him a bit. The Vhaeraunan broke the kiss and for a second his eyes flashed with anger before his gaze became unreadable. Expressionless but still with that ever-present cold light.
“Veldrin, what’s bothering you today?” he asked guardedly.
A small, crooked grin worked its way onto his face, as if he was amused by the inquiry. “Honglath… only you.” He turned to fully face him; Honglath met his gaze. What was wrong with him today? Then again, the warrior sometimes acted like this without much explanation. Yet he knew that Veldrin always had a hard time struggling in their society, and understood what he was going through; he just had a different way of handling it. He wished so badly he could help his brother.
“I do not get why,” he confessed.
Veldrin seemed to get angrier by this statement. “How could you not? You hide away all day, in your silly little magical safe haven, while I must stay here and suffer our sisters and mother and everyone else in this damnable place. How is it you can be so secure?”
Honglath looked away, not sure how he could reply. Or if any reply he gave would be good enough. Veldrin gripped the sorcerer’s jaw with his hand and forced him to face him, kissing once more.
Taken aback, Honglath pushed him away again. “Veldrin, I don’t want to do this.”
The warrior sat on the bed with an offended look on his fair features, his dark hands on either side of him and his legs open. “You can never be secure, Honglath. Never.”
His brow furrowed. “I understand what you are saying Veldrin but—”
“You do not understand!” his brother shouted. “Look at you! Anyone could kill you any day and you think just because of the deeds you have done no one is after you? They are just waiting for the perfect moment to strike; you let your guard down and only make yourself more vulnerable!”
“Veld—”
“No!” he shouted, and leapt at his brother. The sorcerer tried struggling against him but in a test of strength it was no contest; Veldrin had his arms pinned down on either side of his head in no time, sitting on his lap. “You cannot hide in Menzoberranzan,” he whispered hoarsely, “and you are never safe.”
Their lips met and the priest slipped his dark tongue into the other male’s mouth, and though he wanted to protest he accepted the kiss and didn’t fight. His brother was assaulting him, but by his words it struck Honglath that he only wanted to protect him, as they had done all their lives, just protecting each other. Not to mention his brother was frustrated, and who better to vent toward than with the one he trusted and loved the most?
Yet, he was hurting Honglath too. Was Veldrin aware of that, and if so, did he care?
Or did he want to hurt him?
They both held the kiss, the sorcerer careful not to stop him so as to not anger him farther. Finally the warrior pulled back, but he laid his head in the crook of his twin’s arm. A pointed fingernail caressed down Honglath’s chest, over his abs and to his abdomen. He breathed a bit deeper and swallowed. It would be hard to stop Veldrin, but he didn’t want to do such things with his brother. The hand slipped just inside of his pants, and Honglath again tried pushing himself up to get away from him. Veldrin removed his hand quickly, only to set it on his shoulder.
“Veldrin I don’t wa—”
“For someone so in love with his life I have never heard someone complain so much,” his twin said, cutting him off even with just a calm tone.
“Veldrin,” Honglath said again; this time his voice held a warning.
“What? You are going to use your magic on me as you have threatened to do in the past? That’s cruel.”
“So is this,” he refuted.
“What I do is out of love, brother.”
“So is mine.”
“How so?”
“Hurting you instead of killing you.”
“I will say the same,” the warrior replied with a smile, leaning in and giving him an affectionate kiss.
“Stop,” he commanded, his tone firm.
He pulled back, looking hurt. “Honglath, you know I care for you.”
“Indeed,” he replied, this time squirming out from under Veldrin and sitting up with his legs underneath him. He remained guarded now.
“I love you, you know this.”
“Veldrin…” The sorcerer looked down, not wanting to meet the other male’s gaze. But after a moment he did. “You keep me here. Whenever you manage to get me in this room you don’t let me go.”
“You make it sound as if I keep you in chains.”
“I know how you work Veldrin. You don’t need chains. Just your manipulative mind and tongue.”
The warrior grinned. “Indeed. You do know me well.” Honglath didn’t return the smile, but moved away to get off the bed. Veldrin grabbed his arm and moved behind him before he could fend him off.
“Veldrin!”
“Honglath,” he whispered, leaning over him. He moved the sorcerer’s silky hair away from his neck and kissed him softly, pressing against him with his hips. Honglath could already feel his desire rising from the attentions his brother already gave him; just being so close to Veldrin made him want to get closer. Well, physically—his body desired the attention and to give attention back—but emotionally it was a whole different story.
The warrior continued to rub against him, and removed his hand from Honglath’s hand to stroke his member through his pants. The sorcerer glared at his lust-filled brother as he touched him from over his shoulder, a few locks of his long hair falling in front of his face. His eyes were cold. “Get off me.”
Veldrin smiled and continued to move against his twin in sensuous movements, still using his hand to rub him. Involuntarily, Honglath’s eyes closed as he took pleasure in the blissful feelings that shot through his body. His mind screamed to protest against the warrior but at the same time he didn’t want him to stop the attentions. He could feel his brother’s desire too.
Veldrin supported himself on his knees and used both of his hands to push Honglath’s shirt up. The sorcerer let out a resigned sigh but took the shirt off. There was no way he was going to try to stop Veldrin now. Besides, his brother needed him. The warrior ran his hands down his back and planted soft kisses along his spine.
“Veldrin…”
His brother smiled and moved away, pulling off his own pants and throwing them aside, his eyes on his brother’s bare back. Thin, numerous scars crisscrossed along Honglath’s black skin; reminders of the times their sisters decided to punish them for the most minor offenses. Veldrin put his hands around Honglath’s waist and loosened the tie on his pants, then pushed the cloth and his underclothes down to his knees. The sorcerer felt a chill go up his spine and he shivered.
His brother grinned as he set his hand on the small of Honglath’s back and caressed him lightly. He set his hands on his waist and motioned him to sit back. The sorcerer did so, relaxing as much as he could on his brother’s bare lap. He felt Veldrin’s hard member against his back, and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to…
Veldrin put his arm around his brother, resting his hand over his breast. His fingers brushed against his nipple and Honglath turned his head slightly at the pleasurable sensation. The warrior started sucking on his neck as he continued to tease him. The Eilistraeen tilted his head back, and Veldrin began to move his hips to rub against his skin. Honglath knew his own desire was apparent to his brother, who moved his other hand down and started to rub the base of his own rising erection.
His slim fingers wrapped around his shaft and he moved his hand up and down along him with just the right amount of pressure. The warrior moved his index finger up and caressed the bottom side of the head, and oh-so-carefully scraped a pointed fingernail along that hardening skin; Honglath let out a soft pleasurable cry and arched his back. Veldrin smiled and rubbed him with more pressure, holding him close against him with his other hand still on his twin’s chest.
Honglath’s eyes were closed, and he let himself be immersed in the satisfying delights. He even moved his hips slightly to match the Vhaeraunan’s movements with his hand. But after a moment Veldrin stopped and pulled his hand away. Honglath opened his eyes and glanced over at him with a look of protest in his gaze. He blinked when he saw his brother sucking on two of his own fingers, his eyes closed.
The sorcerer realized what he was going to do, and held in a resigned sigh. He had to let his brother do this. Not only because of their desires—especially Veldrin’s—but the priest would not let him leave. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, waiting rather impatiently. He wanted to fulfill his own need now, and after a moment he reached down and touched himself.
He felt Veldrin’s other hand move from his chest and slap his wrist away. Surprised he looked over at Veldrin, who met his gaze with those cool blue eyes. “Patience now my brother,” he whispered with a smile. He moved his other hand away from his face and brushed his fingers against Honglath’s thighs. The sorcerer sat up again on his knees and hands, and Veldrin put his wet fingers against his brother’s tight orifice, sliding one finger slowly into him.
The Eilistraeen tensed his body and closed his eyes tightly, and through the numbing pain he barely felt the finger moving inside of him. “Calm now Honglath,” Veldrin cooed. He bent over him and licked the back of his neck, then started sucking on his skin again. The warrior slipped his other finger inside of him and he felt Honglath tense more, his fist clenching lightly. He kept moving his fingers in him so the sorcerer would feel less pain when the time came.
He didn’t wait too long. When his brother relaxed Veldrin pulled his fingers away, and set the tip of his member against the small entrance. When Honglath felt their skin touch he clutched the blanket in his hands, setting his face sideways on the pillow. He closed his eyes, wanting this to be over with. Not to mention he wanted to release himself. Veldrin though, seeming to sense his needs, put his hand next to his member to signal he didn’t forget about him. Then the warrior started to enter him. Honglath let out a groan, his hand tightening around the sanguine cloth. Veldrin’s breath was hot on his back and he forced himself within the sorcerer mercilessly until his member was encompassed around the tight warmness that was his twin. He then paused for a moment to let Honglath regain himself, and when he felt his brother relax Veldrin started to thrust leisurely. The sorcerer let out soft whimpers from the pain; both from Veldrin and holding back his own self. But as the priest moved to fulfill his desire he again took his brother’s member in his hand and stroked him, hard and fast; as his member moved within Honglath the pain slowly subsided and gave way to more pleasurable sensations. The Vhaeraunan pressed his palm against the head of Honglath’s erection and rubbed him in circular motions. With a moan he released himself, careless in the ecstasy of the moment as him and his brother were one in the most pleasurable of sacred acts.
Veldrin kept thrusting deep, his hips bucking against his brother hard, until he ejaculated into him and fulfilled himself. He kept pleasuring Honglath with his hand even as he relaxed against him, until the sorcerer emptied himself too. He moaned softly and put his hand over Veldrin’s, drawing it away from him. The warrior straightened after catching some of his breath and pulled out of him slowly, and the sorcerer collapsed onto the blankets. A look of pure ecstasy was on his face; his eyes were closed and he breathed deeply through his parted lips. His head was turned to the side just a bit, and a few locks of his loose flowing hair resting in front of his smooth temple, his obsidian skin covered in a light coat of glistening sweat. Veldrin lay next to him, his skin glossy in the light of the single lit candle in the room.
Honglath looked away from his brother and closed his eyes. He felt terribly dirty now, but he usually felt that way after their ‘quality time’ together, as Veldrin liked to refer to it as. He sat up and slowly and began to walk towards the bathroom, feeling sore. He had to clean himself.
“Honglath,” his brother called.
He looked over to the priest, who was sitting up and relaxing back on his arms. “Come here.”
“Why?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“We’re not quite finished.”
He frowned. “I let you have me Veldrin. Now—”
“If you come here, I will let you stay free next weekend.”
The sorcerer’s frown deepened. Veldrin wore a small but cocky grin on his face. Reluctantly Honglath walked over to him, and the warrior pulled him up until he was sitting on his lap, his long legs on either side of him. “Come closer,” he told him, setting his hands on his hips. Honglath looked away, his cheeks growing dark, but he obeyed.
With his brother’s limp member close to his face, Veldrin gently put two fingers on the underside and started to lick him sensuously. The Eilistraeen made a blissful noise in the back of his throat, and he put his hands on the headboard to support himself as he rose against his brother. Veldrin took him in his mouth and started sucking lightly, maneuvering his tongue around the head of Honglath’s member. The sorcerer closed his eyes and put a hand against his brother’s head, stroking his hair softly as he pleasured him. The warrior took as much of him in as possible, tasting as much as his length as he could, then pulled back and licked along him like a dog cleaning its food dish.
Veldrin slowed in his attentions and then looked up at his brother, grinning deviously. He rubbed his member with his hands and licked his tip again slowly. The warrior sat up more and then kissed him passionately. Honglath inched back but his twin put his hand behind his head and held it. His lips parted and Veldrin slipped his tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply. After a moment he pulled back and smiled.
Without a word the sorcerer looked away and slipped off the bed, going towards the bathing room.
“Uke,” came his brother’s voice. “I will miss you next weekend.”
Honglath didn’t reply and just entered the next room, grabbing a washbasin. He decided he was going to take a long, cold bath.