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Levi's cock jerked and leaked against his stomach when Emil told him to be prepared, and god, he'd never been more ready for anything in his life. The short wait between him pulling his fingers out and fucking him was torture, and he almost would have told Emil to skip the condom if he didn't still have the presence of mind to realize that he had zero idea if his brother had any diseases, and he didn't want to find out this way.

As he pushed in, Levi exhaled slowly, relaxing himself to make it easier to accept the girth of his cock. His mind went blank as Emil bottomed out, and his eyelashes fluttered when he whispered against his ear. "It's - ah, fuck," he groaned, having missed the feeling of a real cock inside of him dearly. The fact that it happened to be Emil's only made him more excited. Though he wanted him to keep going, he needed to adjust their position to make it better for himself.

"Wait, hold on a second," he requested, shifting so he could wrap his slender legs around his brother's waist, pushing him in deeper. He let out a whimpering moan and shut his eyes, letting his head fall back against his pillow. "Fuck," he panted out, resting his hands on Emil's shoulders as he encouraged him to move.
 
Emil is eager to do as requested, after he re-positions Emil begins thrusting in and out again, looking for a certain bundle of nerves each time. He'd done it with enough guys to know what he's doing, knowing that spot is a whole world of pleasure for the both of them, since it is a sensitive spot for Levi and it means Levi's ass will start constricting. He grunts in pleasure just at the thought of it.

He uses a hand to jerk off Levi's cock, pumping in time with his thrusts. Still keeping his other hand on one of his brother's hips. "Fuck you're tight... but it's so good..." He waits for his brother to signal he'd hit the right spot as he continuously thrusts into him looking for that damned spot.
 
Levi sighed contentedly as Emil started to move again, raking his fingernails gently over his skin. His breath hitched when he started to fist his cock, and the light scratches turned into something a little more severe. He didn't care if he left marks or not, certainly not after what Emil did to him. He could handle a few scratches.

When Emil finally found the right stride to hit his prostate, Levi's thighs spasmed, his toes flexed, and he squeezed Emil's waist with his legs, trying to keep him in that spot. His mind was now blissfully blank, and though he normally would bite his lip to try and keep himself quiet, he remembered that Emil wanted to hear him, and so he moaned with abandon. "Y-you - god, yes, you're better than I thought, oh god," he panted, wondering just how much better he would be if he was sober. Frankly, he wasn't sure if he would be able to handle it. This would be jerk-off fodder for the rest of his life.
 
Emil thrusts in harder when he hears Levi's moans, getting more excited and his cock throbbing and growing bigger with each moan from his little brother. He aims for that spot every time he thrusts into the raven, he smashes their lips together. His brain is buzzing in excitement, not thinking about anything other than pounding into this amazingly tight hole. He's grunting and groaning every time he goes in.

He continues jerking off Levi, the scratching on his back just making everything more pleasurable. "God damn..." Emil feels like he may be going crazy, feeling this sexually attracted to his younger brother must be wrong, but as long as there's no love involved it will be fine. He moves his hand that was previously resting on his hip to Levi's thigh, digging his nails into it a bit.
 
Levi almost felt like he could scream, but he contained himself by biting down on Emil's lower lip. His legs trembled each time his brother hit that delicious spot inside him, and even if he was able to keep himself from shouting, he moaned with increased volume and frequency. God, he felt so good he was almost drooling, and his hands alternated between digging into Emil's shoulders and rubbing his chest fitfully. He couldn't remember the last time he was fucked like this, not even when he had been with other men.

He felt close to cumming already, but he didn't want to. He wanted this to keep going for as long as it could, and so he took one hand away from Emil's shoulders and shook his wrist to get him to stop jerking him off. "Let me - oh god - let me cum just from you fucking me," Levi almost growled against Emil's lips. He was fully capable of doing so; he'd had hands free orgasms many times before, and they were always fantastic.
 
Emil nods, his eyes glazed over with lust for his brother. He moves down to his brother's Adams apple, sucking and kissing it to leave yet another mark on him.

He is rocking into Levi, now not sure what to do with his free hand. He just decides to play with one of Levi's nipples. "This is...the best I've felt in. ..months..." He can feel himself reaching the end of his rope, but he wants to keep feeling this heat and tightness. "Hope you don't...ugh... mind if we do...this again..." Levi is convenient, feels good, attractive, finds him attractive, so it sound like aplan to mr.'
 
Levi opened his eyes just long enough to catch sight of the way Emil was looking at him, which made heat pool in his stomach. He was looking at him like he was the sexiest thing he had ever seen, and that drove him crazy. He didn't mind Emil leaving more marks on him; he wanted it now. He moaned breathlessly as his brother's hand started to play with his chest, feeling like he was going to pass out from sensory overload or something.

Knowing that he was making Emil feel just as great was thrilling. "Yes," Levi gasped out, both in response to doing this again, and out of exasperation. He could swear he had never felt this good in his life, because it was finally his brother fucking him like he had dreamed about so many times, and he wanted to do it again. "I'm so close, Emil, oh god," he gasped, his toes curling as he neared his edge. He thought that ignoring his cock would make him last longer, but it didn't seem to be working.
 
Emil moves down to whisper in his ear yet again, "Mm...cum for me, Levi..." His voice is gravelly and dripping with pleasure. He lets his tongue slip out of his mouth, finding the outer shell of Levi's ear again. Then he moves to his lips, sliding his tongue into his little brother's lips. He begins rubbing his tongue against the other's, along with rolling it across it and tangling them together. He wants to feel this all over again, honestly he never knew how good Levi was at sex. But now that he did he knows it's going to become an addiction.

He feels Levi's walls naturally tighten around him as he is closer to climaxing so that makes it all the better for Emil. He picks up his pace even more, smashing into his brother and gripping his thigh harder. He can feel himself getting close as well from the increasing tightness around his cock.
 
Levi was done the moment Emil asked him to come for him. "Oh, fuck, Emil!" He almost sobbed, digging his fingers into his shoulders with so much force that he surely left marks. Every inch of his body tensed as he came, and he used his thighs - which were surprisingly strong, after dancing for most of his life - to squeeze onto Emil's waist, pushing him in deep and begging him to stay there. He was sure he did scream, now, but he didn't care. This was the most intense orgasm in his recent memory - if not his entire life - and he didn't give a shit if their neighbours knew about it. It was so intense that he hit himself in the face with his own cum, and some even landed on his headboard.

In that moment he had completely forgiven Emil for all of his wrongdoings; if he could fuck him like this, then surely he could ignore a few bruises, couldn't he? If Levi could just keep Emil happy, then they could have sex like this often, and maybe, just maybe, he'd get his brother to love him the same way that he did, and he would never have to worry about an assault ever again.

Right?
 
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When he felt Levi tighten around him when he came he thrusts in a few more times, feeling the pressure build until it's unbearable, and then it releases, he'd meant to pull out of him before he came but he didn't have the chance, since his brother kept him in place with his thighs. He groans out heavily, feeling like he was high and drunk now. He wants to go again, for more, but he felt like passing out now from exhaust.

He leans over him, licking up his brother's cum, everything except for what is on the headboard. He pulls out slowly, taking the almost overflowing condom out, getting up to go dispose of it. That sex had made him feel even more drunk, so stumbling really is a problem as he goes to throw away the used condom. He makes it there and back though, when he reaches Levi's bed again he basically flops down onto the bed, similar to when he passed out the other day on his own bed. Except this time he actually made it onto the bed before he passes out, his legs naturally tangling with Levi's.
 
It took Levi an unusually long time to come down from the high of his orgasm, all but ignoring Emil coming and licking him, but he didn't mind. He felt absolutely fucking euphoric, to the point that he could ignore the way Emil stumbled around, and not feel guilty for sleeping with his brother when he was drunk off his rocker. Emil came on to him, anyway. He only started to feel like a human again when Emil came stumbling back into his room, and flopped down onto his bed, clearly passed out. That did make him feel guilty, but he tried not to let it consume him.

Though he wanted to fall asleep just like this, he knew he needed to clean up now, or he would regret it when he woke up. He carefully disentangled himself from his brother, and quietly crept out of his room. His legs felt a bit rubbery, and his thighs were definitely going to be sore tomorrow, but it was all worth it. He slipped into the bathroom, and first stopped to look at himself in the mirror; there were definitely new marks on both his neck and chest, but these ones just looked like normal love bites. He could almost ignore the ugly purple bruises in favour of those.

After cleaning up, he stopped in the kitchen to pour a glass of water for Emil; he would leave it on his nightstand for him, when he inevitably woke up hungover. Levi's stomach twisted slightly at the thought, but he tried to ignore it. Perhaps if he was lucky, Emil finally getting out his sexual frustration would mean that he wouldn't be a complete terror tomorrow. He could only wait and see.

Sneaking back into his bedroom, he slipped on his underwear before crawling back into bed, and after a moment of hesitation, curled up next to his brother, with his arms wrapped loosely around his waist. At least for a few hours, he could pretend everything was normal.
 
Emil naturally moves closer in his sleep to the warmth his brother is giving off.

He wakes up a few hours later, around 12, a nasty headache and feeling like he's going to vomit. He is confused as to where he is only for long enough to feel more of a sense of urgency as he basically falls over his brother, scurrying to the bathroom. He isn't sure what's going on or why he was in his brother's bed naked, but he can only imagine from what he did the other night that it probably wasn't good. He thinks these thoughts as he loses everything in his stomach to the toilet. With each heave his headache worsens, he's not even sure how much he drank after the first, he just knows he kept drinking and drinking and drinking...and he managed to lose count.

Emil eventually loses everything he has in his stomach, just leaving him breathing heavily and lying on the floor, his head throbbing in pain. The cold tile feels good against his bare body though, which is literally the only good side he sees to this. He already knows today is going to be an awful day. Especially since he already feels like strangling something or someone. He's definitely not going to the stupid doctor's today, nope. He doesn't care what Levi wants, it's his own problem anyway. He shouldn't care so much.
 
For the few hours that Levi had to sleep, he slept like the dead. He didn't even stir when Felix started to paw at his face, wanting breakfast. The only thing that did wake him up was Emil all but bulldozing him in his hurry to get out of bed, leaving him startled and confused. It was when he could hear the awful, familiar noise of vomiting that he realized what was happening. Right. Emil came home drunk, crawled into his bed, gave him the best fuck of his life, passed out, and now he was hungover. With a sigh, Levi rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and gave Felix a knowing glance, like he might understand what he was trying to say.

"Come on," he said groggily to his cat, following him into the kitchen to give him breakfast, where he continued to be serenaded by the sound of Emil puking up his guts. Serves him right, he thought, though his stomach twisted in both guilt and apprehension. If he was hungover enough to be throwing up like this, then there was a good chance that he would be hungover enough to be an absolute terror to deal with. Though Levi had no plans to leave the house today, he might be forced to make plans, just to get away from his brother.

He waited around two minutes after Emil stopped retching to knock gently on the bathroom door. "Can I get you anything?" He asked, tracing patterns into the linoleum with his toe. "Tea? Pepto Bismol?" He was prepared to bolt in the opposite direction if Emil flung open the door looking like an enraged bull, but he didn't want to be that asshole who didn't offer a sick person assistance. There was a chance that his brother would get just as angry if he didn't.
 
Emil grumbles in response to the inquiry, not wanting to talk right now, feeling like with any words he'd start puking again. "No...leave...alone..." He's panting and angry but not feeling well enough to do anything.

Emil isn't sure what happened with his brother, and didn't want to see the damage. He's angry, but not heartless.

He rolls over onto his stomach, face down to the chilling floor. It calms his stomach a bit.
 
Levi didn't expect a positive answer, but still felt his stomach drop when Emil told him to go away. He sounded terrible, which made Levi want to take care of him, but he wasn't about to force his way into the bathroom.

"All right, well... I'll be in the kitchen if you need me," he said, running a hand through his hair. He had wanted to shower when he woke up, but it looked like things weren't going to go the way he planned. They never did. He would just have to focus on making breakfast - more like lunch, now - and hope that when Emil finally did leave the bathroom, he wouldn't immediately go for the jugular.

He decided to make crepes, because he wanted to cheer himself up, and they would also be tolerable plain on a weak stomach. Even if Emil didn't want anything to eat, Levi could easily finish them off himself.
 
Emil eventually gets up, feeling less likely to puke now and gets into the bath, starting the water. He relaxes at the feeling of the warm water, feeling his headache ease up a bit. "God damn...what happened last night?" He winces, his head throbbing after the words. Emil tries to get his head straight enough to remember. "I didn't actually rape Levi, did I?" He looks on his own body for any kind of defensive wounds, the only thing he really felt were scratches on his back, which would indicate it was at least pleasurable for Levi.

He grumbles at the thought of him actually having sex with his brother, shaking his head, there's no way Levi would let him do that. If Emil had thought that before he'd totally have already asked him to be his fuck buddy, but there's no way. Absolutely no fucking way that he did anything like that with Levi's consent. Maybe he went out, fucked someone else then came home, stripped and somehow ended up in Levi's bed? Maybe?

He eventually ends up hitting a wall out of frustration, thinking too much about it. Emil whimpers again, his headache increasing tenfold at that. "G-god...dammit..." He holds his head, wishing he had his phone so he could text Levi and ask him to bring him a Tylenol, because yelling is just going to make his headache worse.
 
Levi focused on making breakfast, keeping one ear open to listen for any sounds of distress, or Emil shouting at him to bring him something. Nothing happened, though, which left Levi alone with a pan and his thoughts. On top of worrying about Emil's hungover wrath today, he was also concerned that he wouldn't remember what happened last night. Sure, during the heat of the moment he had said he wanted to have sex again, but from how violently ill Emil was this morning, there was a chance that he wouldn't remember coming onto him at all.

The idea made Levi feel sick. He had finally achieved what he wanted, and it was even more incredible than he had always dreamed it would be, but it happened to be while his brother was absolutely shitfaced. Not only did he feel a touch of guilt for essentially taking advantage of him (which made him feel angry, because he shouldn't feel guilty after all of what Emil had done to him), but he hated the thought that he might now have to go back to pretending he had no feelings for his brother whatsoever. The entire situation sucked.

After he finished cooking, he set all the crepes aside on a plate, and that was when he heard the unmistakable sound of Emil's fist colliding with the wall. It might him jump, heart hammering, and he sighed with exasperation. He had the option to just ignore it, but his bleeding heart wouldn't let him. After waiting a few seconds to hear if anything else happened, he ambled over to the bathroom door, and slowly rapped on it with his knuckles.

"I made breakfast," he said calmly through the door. "Crepes, if you want any. Last chance to tell me if you need anything, 'cause I'm about to turn the TV on."
 
"Some fucking pain meds." Emil hisses out, stopping there because his head throbs in resistance to his words. He rolls his shoulders back, waiting for his brother. He feels awful and is going to ask Levi about last night when he comes into the bathroom. It is going to be a simple, 'Did we fuck last night?' and that would be it. If they didn't, then that means Emil went out somewhere to have sex, which means his wallet was probably stolen, so he kind of hopes it's a yes, because one, he wouldn't mind, two, he needs money. Levi is sexually attractive, and kind of even reminded him of Alek in a way, so maybe he could pretend Levi is Alek instead...

He grumbles more under his breath, "Why can't I just fucking get over Alek? I don't want to love him anymore...Stupid fucking heart." He looks at his chest with a glare, "Stupid..." Emil's head throbs with every word out of his mouth, but he's too frustrated to care.
 
Levi rolled his eyes at the venom in Emil's voice, though he couldn't exactly fault him. It had been a long time since Levi had had a hangover, but he could still relate. Without replying, he turned on his heel to go dig around in the medicine cupboard in the kitchen, where he pulled out a bottle of Tylenol and quickly returned to the bathroom door. "I'm coming in, okay?" He said, not to ask permission, but to warn him in case he needed to cover up or something. He waited around 10 seconds before opening the door, and tried to keep his expression neutral so as not to trigger a violent response in Emil.

"Here you go," he said, opening the bottle and handing it to his brother. "Some night, huh?" The comment was his subtle way of checking to see if Emil remembered anything; he didn't want to straight up say, 'so, some sex we had, huh bro?', in case Emil reacted poorly.
 
Emil takes the bottle, loving the sight of it. He hears his brother's question, "Did we fuck? Or did I go out and fuck someone else?" He narrows his eyes, head throbbing in pain. He said he'd prefer the first option, but honestly he's not sure. He'd be ok with it, as long as there's no feelings involved, he guesses. He opens the bottle of Tylenol, opening it and taking 2. He hates how long he knows it's going to take and he hates himself for drinking so much and he hates the world and everyone in it because they exist right now.

He sinks down further into the tub, the water almost overflowing, he closes his eyes, waiting for the Tylenol to begin working on his pounding headache. Emil thinks briefly that maybe drowning himself would work faster. He shakes his head, disrupting the water, and causing it to make a noise, making his headache remind him it is there. "God d-dammit." He holds his head again, he's never had this bad of a headache from a hangover before. He's less worried about him having gotten his wallet stolen and more worried about how much he spent on alcohol. There's no way if he was drunk enough to forget things that he hadn't had a lot. He prides himself in a high alcohol tolerance, "Shit, I left my car..." At least he was in his right mind enough to not drive.
 
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