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Sweet Brother	By : mishafer Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 2111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"I should've been a better brother," Gareth whispered in the cold darkness of the traincar.
"You're an amazing brother," Alex reassured.

"I was never there, I always made fun of you and-"
"It's okay, Gare. It don't matter." Alex then leaned in, and Gareth had an impulse to go for his mouth. Another kiss. Just like the one before the thugs arrived. But they weren't alone. Anyone could see.

So instead, he went for his brother's cheek, pressing his puckered lips against his dirty face and holding them there for several seconds, shutting his eyes to savor the feeling.
"Gareth?" Alex's voice sounded from behind him.
Oh no, what is it? He never stepped foot onto the killing floor unless he had to.
He turned away from the steel table to see his brother awkwardly entering through the door, he hated the place. God, Alex hated stepping on spiders. The large room still smelled like rich iron. And despite the clean and sterilized trough and butcher's blocks, the sounds and energy of the people who'd come through clung heavy in the air.

Alex was clearly affected, he always was. He was the guy who got 'bad vibes' when he walked into a room while Gareth looked for the hard evidence. The hard evidence that came only after Alex said the men who took their town 'gave him the creeps.'
"Why are you in here?" Gareth asked.

"I um..." Alex sputtered, eyes darting around the room.
"You didn't come to say the place needs streamers, did you?"

Alex laughed at that, sending a shot of affection through Gareth's heart. Alex took a step forward. "No, I wanted to see you."
"Why?"

"I had this... this dream..."
"Oh, are you okay?" He assumed it was a nightmare.

"Yeah, man, I'm okay. It was a good one. It was you and me and... this place."
"Here? Hanging streamers?"

Alex laughed out loud again. At least he still thought his brother's humor was funny. "No." He strolled forward and met him in front of the table. Then cupped his hand around the side of Gareth's neck, looking up from the slight height difference. "We were standin' right here." He trailed his free hand down his brother's chest. "And you had me sittin' on that table behind you. And you... oh god you..."
The tone of Alex's voice was sultry and had Gareth's face flushing. Until they'd been together, he had no idea his shy little brother could be sultry of all things.

"I was what?" Gareth returned in the same tone, wrapping his arms around Alex's waist.
"In front of me. And I had my legs wrapped around you, and you were doin' like this." He moved his hands down to Gareth's hips and pulled them against his before thrusting into him.

A breath escaped Gareth at the action and at the realization of what Alex had dreamed of. They hadn't done that yet. Not the thing that would surely land Gareth in the 9th circle of hell rather than his optimistic idea that he may only reach the 8th.
They'd used their fingers and their mouths on one another, but never that. He had the idea—which he knew was ridiculous—that he still had some boundaries, some lines he wouldn't cross. But this line? This was one Alex wanted to cross. He was the one who walked into this nightmare of a room and wanted to be had on one of the tables they used to butcher the people they ate. It was a whole new level of fucked-up, but Alex was asking for it. Asking for it in the place he loathed so much. It was exceptionally brave of him.

And how could Gareth argue against the blood that rushed to his loins?
"Right here?" Gareth asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Nah, we gotta switch places first, and..." Alex pulled a small bottle from his baggy coat pocket; lubricant.
He thought this through, Gareth realized. In an odd way, he admired Alex's initiative. More often than not, his brother avoided confrontation.

"You sure?"
"You have no idea."

Gareth leaned in and gave Alex a soft kiss, the kind that would frustrate them both from its lightness. As he did so, he felt Alex's covered hardness with his own, further causing his skin to flush.
After Alex set the bottle on the table behind them, both sets of hands ran into each other as they reached for Alex's jean button and zipper, causing them to giggle. They then drew their hands back and swapped places. Alex unfastened his pants and quickly pulled them down and off before he pushed himself up and on the steel table. Gareth removed his pants as well, not bothering with the underwear yet, the friction the fabric created between them always being incredible.

Gareth lifted up Alex's legs underneath his knees to test the waters, seeing if they could really do it as they had in his brother's dream. If Gareth held him well enough, then yes, thankfully, they could. Alex leaned in to Gareth's neck when suddenly Gareth moved out of the way and nipped at his brother's bent knee, eliciting a pleased yet eager moan as he did so. The sound was music to his ears.
He kissed up his thigh, reaching the hem of his boxer shorts while making a low sound in his throat before repeating the action on the other leg. Alex was visibly hard through his underwear and Gareth took his usual pride in having made him so without any direct touch. He then straightened himself and Alex nudged forward and wrapped his legs around his brother's hips again and thrust against him. Gareth did the same.

Their eyes were shut, inches from each other's faces as their hands lazily explored the other's body, rubbing their clothed erections together. It was just enough pressure to bring them relief, but not enough to send them over the edge too soon. A perfect balance they'd learned how to strike. The shared heat and low panting from the sheer pleasure of being so close had Gareth flying high. He had already lost himself, forgetting where they were. The steel table might as well have been a heart-shaped bed for all he cared, Alex had made it one.
"Gareth," Alex whined. Such a beautiful whine.

Gareth opened his eyes and went for his brother's neck, licking at his tender and just barely salty skin. Alex then lowered his legs and pulled down at Gareth's underwear.
"Mm, you're eager," Gareth said against his neck as he helped Alex lean back remove his underwear, kicking them aside. Before Alex could sit back up, Gareth licked up Alex's hard length starting at the shaft and ending at the head, and reached underneath and gave a few squeezes. Alex groaned loudly. Too easy.

Gareth chuckled at his response and Alex rose back up, returning a smile that was so silly and so Alex. It only made Gareth smile wider.
"Should I take this off?" Gareth asked of Alex's remaining shirt. If they were going to get caught, they were going to get caught. Being entirely naked wouldn't make it any better.

"Yeah, man." Alex grinned.
After hurrying out of their remaining clothes, Gareth took the bottle of lubricant and deposited a generous amount on his middle and index fingers. He then held his brother's legs apart and leaned in for a deep kiss to further relax him, licking the sweet saliva from the inside of his cheeks.

Gareth was almost giddy with excitement. He had wanted to do this for so long. Most of the time, it had been in shame. In the wee hours of the morning while stroking himself. Now, it was really happening. And he had the apocalypse to thank for it, to have finally yanked the curtain of taboo away.
Rubbing his index finger around his entrance, softening it with the gel, Alex once again groaned.

"You like that, huh?" Gareth beamed.
Oh god, he did. The first time he'd put his fingers in Alex, he thought he'd hate it. His brother was straight after all, or thought he was. Yet he loved every second of it. Even when it hurt.

But of course he would, Gareth figured, he trusted his big brother with his life.
He gently pushed the first finger in, just an inch. For someone capable of such brutality, he saw his brother's body as a temple. Something to be cared for delicately.

Alex was nearly writhing with pleasure, repeating Gareth's name as he continued to stretch him open. Alex reached between them and wrapped his hand around Gareth's cock and began pumping it. Gareth made a strained sound at the electric sensation that crossed it, involuntarily jerking his hips forward.
He then inserted his middle finger beside his index, making a scissoring motion to help open him up. Pushing in his digits all the way, he then brushed his longer finger against Alex's sweet spot. He had given his brother the best orgasm he ever had by doing so, matched with his cock in his mouth.

Alex held onto him for dear life while Gareth kept him in place, something that had become second nature for both of them.
He added the third finger, then the fourth. By this time, Alex had quieted somewhat, like he always did, focusing on the immense sensation. Alex took the bottle from beside him and deposited an amount on his right hand, then spread it over his brother's length, slick and wet. He then guided Gareth inside of him, replacing the fingers with his cock, slowly, as not to hurt himself.

Alex had to lie back just a bit so Gareth could have full access. They both cried out when he gave the first thrust. Gareth clawed at Alex's lower back and pulled him closer, desperate for more contact.
Silence be damned, they were both moaning unashamed, mixed with quick breaths and the occasional whimper.

Gareth couldn't have imagined how good he felt around him. He'd done it before, with men and women, and it felt good, but it was nothing like this. Nothing like the tightness and the heat and the connection he felt. Because this was with Alex. He was inside Alex.
Alex was bucking back against him, matching his rhythm. He then pulled Gareth down by his neck for a sloppy, hungry kiss. Gareth then lifted his head back and dared to look straight into Alex's wide brown eyes, which were set on his own.

The sight took him aback and he ceased his movement. "Alex?" he whispered as if he'd just woken from a dream, or a fantasy. A wave of guilt crossed him. He was violating one of the most sacred trusts there was in the most obscene way possible.
"It's okay, Gare," Alex whispered back with his trademark smile. "Go deeper."

Gareth brought his hand up and trailed it down the side of his brother's face, trying to banish the thoughts that once again told him he was sick. That his depravity had spilled over from the act of cannibalism and manifested itself into something that harmed his family rather than protected them.
He shut his eyes and shoved the thoughts away, thinking of how much he loved Alex instead. How much taboos didn't matter anymore, how they'd gone the way of the world.

With the doubts subsiding, he then pushed in deeper, the head of his dick hitting Alex's sweet spot again. Alex cried out again and increased the speed in which he thrust back against his brother.
Gareth had had enough, he wanted to come so bad but he had to wait for Alex first. He'd learned to bring his brother to climax with just the touch of his prostate, which he was going to do this time as well.

"Oh, come on baby," Gareth urged, hitting the area again and again. Within a few seconds, Alex stilled and buried his face in Gareth's neck, letting out a long groan as he wet his and Gareth's stomach with his seed.
"Alex," Gareth moaned as his brother's warmth hit his skin. The feeling sent him over the edge and he came inside him, filling him up, digging his nails into Alex's back as he emitted low whines. Goosebumps formed all over his skin and he was left lightheaded with endorphins.

With an unflattering squelch, he pulled out and rest his forehead against the top of Alex's head. Alex giggled and Gareth pulled away to examine his face. He looked happy, genuinely happy.
I'm not that sick...
Remembering they were a mess, Gareth pulled back and asked, "You want my jacket?"
"Definitely," Alex breathed out, eyes half-lidded.
Gareth knelt down and grabbed the garment, wiping himself off with it before handing to Alex. "I'll take it to the wash," he chuckled, then pulled back on his boxer shorts. Alex hopped off the table and cleaned himself as well before they hurried back into their clothes. Anyone could still walk in and see them.

Gareth pulled Alex in for a kiss again and Alex smiled against his lips. Of all the fucked-up things of their past and present, somehow, Alex had remained the most like himself out of anyone. Of course, was it like himself to do such a thing with his older brother?
Well, no one comes out of what they went through untarnished.

Hope y'all enjoyed this little series. <3
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