Disciples of Cain: Part II
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Although arguably all of my works deal with dark and often taboo themes, I in no way endorse or condone the criminal actions therein. Sans some of my poetry, all of my work is fiction, and meant for an Adult/18+ audience. I will endeavor to add content notices/warnings to all of my posts, but some may slip through the cracks.
For Disciples of Cain, there is a general content notice for self-inflicted bodily harm, cannibalism, incestuous desires, flirtation, and sexual scenarios between consenting adults, cursing, death and violence in and out of erotic and cannibalistic scenes, and on-page transphobia.
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“O taste and see that the Holy Mother is good.”
When Peter had chosen his real name in the blood-splattered room as the rest of the church flailed as they sang wordless hymns that sounded like screams, and incense surrounded the congregation like a hazy fog during the Eucharist, all he could think about was his sibling and how much this would hurt them. It wasn’t that he’d ever thought that Judas would hate him for coming out, only that it would eventually leave Judas all alone, trapped in their family’s hell. And “eventually” had happened a lot faster than Peter had anticipated.
He tightened his grip around the steering wheel, the rough callouses on his palms catching the ripped leather. He looked over at his sibling, who sat hunched over in the passenger seat. A tall pale, inky-haired specter who always seemed to fade away when the light touched them.
They were so close. But not close enough.
“What?” Judas’s soft-looking lips curled downward when they caught him looking.
Peter flicked his gaze off his sibling and back onto the bumpy dirt road. “Your hair… It’s a lot longer than it used to be.”
Judas fiddled with a few strands. “I guess.”
“Mom must really be sick then.” Peter offered a playful grin. “Fuck knows she would chase you around with the kitchen shears if it ever grew past your ears.”
He could feel Judas stiffen like a board tension rod snapping back into place. “I guess.”
So, she really is dead, huh? Peter’s smile softened. I don’t know what happened between you two, but fuck, I sure as hell can guess as you’re out to the rest of the church, and she wasn’t there for the hunt or bonfire tonight. “Good for you. It looks good. You look good like that.”
You look better without her.
“I guess,” Judas muttered so softly that it sounded like they were breaking.
Peter sucked on his bottom lip. One of his canines pricked the inside of his mouth, and his mouth filled up with blood. He allowed himself to wonder, for that moment, if going through with his plan of inviting Judas to fuck him tonight was a good idea.
But… but when else would he have the chance? Adam was beginning to catch on to Peter’s feelings for Judas. Adam would use them both to get what he wanted and to make an example of them. Especially since he’d caught Peter whimpering his sibling’s name between breaths while Adam had been thrusting his cock in and out of Peter’s throat.
So really, it was now or never to take the risk.
Peter wouldn’t be a coward and hide how he felt. Not anymore.
No matter how wrong those feelings were.
Peter pressed on the brakes and turned off the rattling engine. The keys hit the steel handle of his sheathed woodcarving knife in his pocket with a soft cling. Emboldened by the fact that it was just them and the night, he leaned over Judas’s lap and opened the passenger side door. Not breaking eye contact with his lanky sibling—and not failing to notice how erect Judas was—he grinned slyly. “Let’s get inside before the dead can judge us.”
“Peter…” Judas’s pouty lips parted and shifted under him.
He was salivating, absolutely aching to wrap his lips, either lips, around Judas’s cock. “Yeah?”
They brushed the corner of his smile with their thumb pad. “You’re bleeding.”
Peter crooked a thick, dark blond eyebrow. “Does that bother you?”
Judas swallowed, pupils enlarging. They flicked their tongue over their lower lip.
Peter’s heart raced madly within him. “Well?”
Judas traced one of the scars that ran along Peter’s self-made jawline. “You’re really determined to make a mess of things, aren’t you?”
“Only if…” Only if you make the mess with me. Peter’s throat tightened.
It was so hard to breathe with Judas so close to him.
I want you inside me, somehow, in some way. God, this wasn’t fair. Just let me make you feel good.
“Well?” A smirk tugged on their cheeks as they tilted their head. They firmed their grip on Peter’s chin. With the same finger that had been gently touching his face, they pushed it past his parted lips.
Fuck. His cunt throbbed as he tasted the smoke from the bonfire and blood from the church’s victim of the night on Judas’s skin as they pushed their finger deeper into their mouth.
If Peter wanted to, he could bite off his sibling’s finger at the first joint.
As carefully as he could, he closed his lips around Judas’s finger and sucked.
Judas’s eyes widened as Peter caressed their digit with his tongue.
What the fuck did you think would happen when you did that? He slid on top of the aggravatingly awkward console between them, upending the closed thermos in the cup holder. He used his knee to shove it to the floor and slid onto Judas’s lap.
The sensation of the mountain of their cock under Peter’s soaking wet cunt, with only a few layers of worn denim between them, was enough to make Peter moan around Judas.
“Fuck.” Judas wriggled their hips beneath him, creating a tantalizing friction.
Peter couldn’t resist. He rolled his hips against Judas’s over and over until his pussy throbbed with need.
Judas forced more fingers into Peter’s hungry mouth. Humping him with more ferocity than Peter had seen from them in years, they pried open Peter’s mouth. With the moonlight seeping through the trees around them and bouncing off the rippling lake waters to Peter’s left a ways, he could make out Judas’s lusty grin spreading, and a dark look washed over their dilated eyes.
They gently tugged Peter’s tongue forward, the end of it flicking the cool, stale air of the truck. They let go of Peter’s tongue.
Peter panted, his tongue still out like a fucking dog, his own blood that had pooled inside their mouth spilling out, and wrapped the hand that wasn’t bracing against the back of Judas’s seat around their neck. Kiss me.
He felt Judas’s throat bob under his touch as they both leaned in.
Judas spat on Peter’s waiting tongue.
Peter’s body buzzed as he swallowed without any need for command.
“Fuck.” The whimpers and whines and moans Judas let out in the small space between them was getting Peter so fucking close to coming. “Fuck… you.”
Despite all of his flirtations and bravado, Peter couldn’t form the words that his heart and body ached to say. So, instead, Peter undid the buttons of his jeans’ fly and shoved his hand down to touch himself.
Judas quickly fumbled with the zip of their jeans.
The fabric of Peter’s own jeans was soaked at his crotch as he rubbed his small, sensitive cock. The salty, sweet, coppery scent of his arousal filled the cab. He shifted so Judas had room to pull out their stiff member. He wished that it wasn’t so dark so he could see what it looked like.
Peter shifted and struggled to wriggle out of his jeans.
Judas laughed softly as they both seized the fabric and ripped it, leaving a gaping hole at his crotch.
Clear… access… Peter moaned loudly as his sibling bit down on his shoulder through the fabric of his tee as he went back to drawing fast and hard circles around his clit.
Judas shifted underneath Peter until he could feel the tip of their weeping cock pressing against his cunt.
“Please.”
Judas made a soft mewling sound. “Again.”
“Please,” Peter gasped as Judas pushed into his slippery hole. The stretch felt so fucking good. His back arched toward them as they slowly pulled out. “Oh god.”
“That…” Judas bit his earlobe as they pressed into him, going deeper this time, stretching him out before pausing mid-stroke. “That wasn’t everything.”
Peter stopped touching himself to feel Judas’s length. Shit.
That had only been the tip. A quarter at most.
“Where the hell have you been hiding this?” Peter laughed softly. “You’re like a twig. A twig with a fucking… tree trunk attached to you.”
Chest heaving, Judas began to pull out.
Peter pushed his hips down, eyes watering as their length stretched him out to lengths he’d never been stretched before. “Fuck. Please. Don’t you fucking…” Abandoning any sense of inhibitions or self-preservation, he relaxed his pussy walls and took all of them. “Gooo.”
“Fucking… fine.” Judas thrust into him so hard he lost his breath. Peter could feel the end of their member hitting their cervix, which wasn’t particularly comfortable, but fuck, it all felt too good to stop. “You wanted this.”
“So…” Peter bounced on top of them, arched over Judas, and hoped that he wouldn’t end up with a concussion by the end of this. “Did.” The pressure inside of him was so close to releasing. “You.”
Just as they found a rhythm that had them both keening and close to orgasm, the passenger side door was yanked open.
Peter and Judas jolted as a massive, strong hand reached for them.
