cowt settimana 5 (incest), why don't you feed on me tonight? (cabalcest, johannes cabal, nfsw)

[janie_tangerine]

The Brothers Cabal ride again, Horst had said, and it was all good and well, Cabal supposed. He had even vocalized that he was as happy as he could be about it, regardless of the embarrassment he still felt over Horst’s previous show of - whatever it is that it was.

That is, until Horst muttered something about having talked for too long, stood up and then almost crashed on the ground as his legs almost gave out.

“Oh,” he had said, “damn it.”

“Damn it, what?” Cabal had asked, hoping that there was no catch beneath it - then again, experience suggested him that there should be a catch somewhere.

“I might’ve - forgotten to, uhm, find blood, lately.”

“You forgot?”

“I was busy making sure you wouldn’t die, Johannes, and your garden isn’t exactly providing blood now, is it?”

… that was a fair point, Cabal had to concede.

“Anyway,” Horst said, “dawn will be here soon. I’ll just rest and I guess I’ll be good to go until I find - something. Someone. I could have been worse off.”

Except that it was some two hours before dawn, Cabal calculated. Two hours that they could put to use in better ways instead of wasting them, never mind that Horst was right - he did spent a sizable amount of time making sure he would recover, right?

And -

He does have a lot to make up for, doesn’t he? Never mind that he still feels a residual tinge of guilt at the idea that a bunch of amateur strangers brought Horst back and he didn’t even try - not that Horst would have thanked him, as he said before, but -

But -

All things considered, maybe it’s the least he owes Horst.

And he can start making up for it before helping him save the world or whatever the fresh hell it is that they’ve gotten themselves into this time.

He huffs. “There is no need for such dramatics, Horst.”

“Dramatics?”

“You need blood. I am fairly well. If you don’t take too much or overdo it, I do not see why you shouldn’t just take it from me.”

Horst raised his eyes and stared at him, and for a moment Cabal felt the need to look back down at the blanket -

But then again if he did, he’d make this entire point moot, right?

“Seriously.”

“I am offering, am I not?”

“Johannes, the last time we had this exchange -”

“The last time we had this exchange I thought you’d kill me and you would have had your extremely good reasons to. It’s not the same situation now, is it?”

“Fair,” Horst said. “But - are you sure?”

“How many times should I ask you already?” Cabal snapped. The fact that Horst seemed to honestly not believe that he meant it somehow was grating on his nerves and he certainly did not feel like asking himself all the reasons why exactly it might be so.

Horst raised his hands, weakly. “All right, fine, I understood the first time. Well then, I suppose you should lay back.”

“… Why?”

“It’s more comfortable. And you’ve just broken your fever, your head might spin a bit. Really?”

“Fine,” Cabal sighed, and leaned back down until his head hit the pillow. Horst kicked off his shoes before dragging his legs over on the bed, and moving up to his side, pressing up against it.

Right. Right. Cabal couldn’t remember the last time they were this close, not counting that crypt, but it wasn’t really the same thing now, was it, and why was his stomach clenching on itself as Horst obviously eyed his neck?

It wasn’t fear. He knew it wasn’t same as he knew Horst wouldn’t kill him where he stood, so what -

He froze the moment Horst’s hand went at his head, angling his neck so that it was fully exposed and not halfway swallowed by the pillow. Cabal had expected a perfunctory handling, but -

But Horst’s hands were being gentle - he felt no pain whatsoever, even if the hold was strong enough that he would have had to fight to get out of that grip.

Except that he didn’t really want to.

“Don’t move,” Horst said, and then he parted his lips and opened his mouth wider, and Cabal could see a flash of pointed teeth for a split moment before they were on his neck, and -

He thought it would hurt.

It prickled, true, but it didn’t hurt. Not for the split second it took for Horst to bite down, anyway, and for a moment nothing happened, but then he felt Horst’s tongue run over the small trickle of blood that was most likely escaping from his wound, and then he shuddered because fuck it but it felt good, and he should have worried about it, except that -

That then Horst’s teeth weren’t on him anymore but his lips and tongue were, sucking at the opened wound, and Cabal thought, so that’s what they meant when they say that a vampire’s bite feels good, because it did, and he honestly couldn’t recall anything else that felt somehow like… like this. His hand went to Horst’s shoulder, feeling like he needed to hang on to something and it was the closest suitable option available, just as Horst’s free arm went around his waist and -

Verdammt, what had Horst asked him the first time?

If it was the homoerotic angle that disturbed him?

He hadn’t even thought about the verflucht homoerotic angle, but now he could see what Horst meant, because never mind the utter embarrassment of the position they were in and the fact that he could feel Horst’s grip on his waist getting steadier with each passing moment, he could feel his own blood rushing hot throughout his veins and he just hoped Horst wouldn’t notice that he might be getting hard, and wasn’t that something that hadn’t happened in -

In -

In a very long time.

Scheisse.

And still -

Horst’s lips on his neck were soft and he wasn’t being greedy - he was drinking slowly, and licking around the wounds so he wouldn’t miss a drop, and when he moved away a moment later, to his own horror, Cabal let out a moan of… protest?

He had no idea of how else he was going to describe it.

“I think it’s enough,” Horst said. “I mean, that’ll definitely get me by until I find any better. Thanks, I’ll just -”

“Take as much as you need,” Cabal interrupted him, surprising himself for having even done it, but then he stared at Horst’s bloody mouth as he licked his lips and fuck, given what the sight was doing to him, maybe he needed to add - whatever this was - to the list of reasons of what was wrong with him.

Not that it was a list Cabal had bothered to update in the last years, but maybe this deserved to end up in it.

“Are you -” Horst started. “Never mind. I can see it. But - I have enough, really.”

“Take as much as you need to not get by,” Cabal hissed, feeling somewhat more than ashamed for having actually reiterated the request, but - but it had felt good and a part of him probably just want to make sure Horst was still there and as alive as his condition allowed him, and -

Fuck it, he decided, and then he reached up with his hand, moving it at the back of Horst’s head, and pushed.

A moment later, Horst did seem to get the message because those teeth were prickling at the tiny pair of holes on his neck, and blood was flowing out again, and like this he could feel Horst’s throat moving just under his fingers as he swallowed -

A lesser man would have probably panicked at realizing how much such a situation was getting him beyond bothered, but Cabal wasn’t such a man, and a part of him was hysterically thinking, what’s this in comparison to becoming a ghoul and then a man again and staring down both Satan and Nyarlathotep?

Nothing, really, and so he closed his eyes and just let himself enjoy how good it felt, and then -

“Johannes, for -” Horst said, moving back, “then again, I guess I went asking for it back then, didn’t I?”

Cabal moaned out loud as he felt Horst’s tongue run over his neck, the wounds sealing - by now he wasn’t honestly giving a single damn anymore - and then, then, he didn’t know what to expect but certainly not Horst’s free hand working at his belt quickly, but then again -

I went asking for it, didn’t I?

Is it the homoerotic angle?

Cabal didn’t have time to consider that question as Horst’s hand closed around his erection, giving him a semblance of relief finally, because he had been painfully hard at this point, and then Horst’s mouth was against his own, their lips meeting in a rush but not as violently as he might have imagined, and fuck but Horst tasted like blood, his blood, and it had been a damned long time and Cabal honestly couldn’t hold out that much longer - he did, moaning into Horst’s mouth as his brother’s hand jerked him off quick and efficient and he canted his upwards as he threw an arm around Horst’s shoulder just as he realized he was about to come, and then he closed his eyes and let go, probably too soon, but who cared, and Horst’s arms were grabbing at him and pulling him in tight enough it almost hurt but it really didn't, and -

For the first time in a long, long time, he just didn’t overthink whatever was happening. It felt good, better than, and he hadn’t -

I hadn’t done this in such a long time, he thought wistfully as he found Horst’s mouth again, and then he didn’t have time for coherence anymore.

—

He opened his eyes to find himself staring at Horst, who was lying down next to him, an arm still around his waist.

The sheets were wet, Horst was smirking but not unkindly, and Cabal should have felt at least somewhat ashamed, but his neck was throbbing slightly and it felt good, and his hand still grasping at Horst’s shoulder was slightly shaking, and -

“Oh,” he said. “I - I hadn’t thought it would mean… this,” he said, and why did it come out slightly shakier than he had thought.

“Me neither,” Horst said, “but I wasn’t stopping either of us, was I?” And then he smiles, almost sweetly, and Cabal couldn’t remember the last time anyone looked at him like that never mind Horst, but -

“What the hell,” he said a moment later, with Horst suddenly moving closer in the blink of an eye and grabbing at him again, pulling him close.

“Shut up, Johannes,” his brother said. “It’s fine.”

“I’m -”

“It’s fine. We can save the world in a bit, no need to hurry,” he laughed against Cabal’s shoulder.

Cabal should have protested.

He did not, and instead he let his shoulder lose tension and decided that yes, maybe -

Maybe saving the world could wait, for a little while.

On the other hand, talking about what just happened could wait forever, as far as he was concerned, but he knew Horst wouldn’t let that happen -

And, to his own surprise, he found out, thinking about it, that he didn’t mind that much, all things considered.