*pants heavily and looks around* Well, I’ve done it. I wrote and FINISHED a fic not DBZ based.

Of course, I had always planned to branch out, but I had thought that perhaps my first non-DBZ fic would be Gundam Wing, or perhaps a Weiss Kruez, maybe Gravitation. I never thought it would be Escaflowne!!! Now for the record, I’ve only seen about half the episodes, and the movie. This fic is based in the episodes. I’ve also played with the timeline a bit, making Van and Folken five years apart instead of ten like they are in the anime. Therefore, this is very SLIGHTLY AU.

Disclaimers: I own nothing having to do with Escaflowne, though I would like to own Van...and Folken...and Allen...and…*drools* Dryden...but alas, they belong to people who aren’t me. Oh, and for you Sage fans, he’s not in this fic. Sorry…*grins*

Dedications: As always, dedicated to my partner in shota-full-ness, my beloved tsuin, Cleodasia. *glompravish*

And to Dark Serepha...you know perfectly well why you half fallen angel you!!! *smirks*

And to my beloved oi-chan, Iskhys. You ok there? Heh.

But finally, to two AMAZING writers who inspired me with their outstanding fics, shota and otherwise. If it hadn’t of been for them, “He walks in beauty…” may well have never been written.

First to Angelus of the Hentai Institute for her wonderful shota fic, “...just like last time...” Beautiful, and daring, it was probably my first experience with shota and incest. Aside from the fact that Gohan/Goten is one of my favorite pairings...

Second, but not least by any shot is KnM and her standout shota fic, “Nai” a wonderful crossover, descriptive, sweet and sensuous. A MUST for all shota fans. I highly recommend it.

“He walks in beauty...” was highly influenced by these two authors and their works, therefore it would be disrespectful of me not to give them the due credit they deserve for their inspiration. Thank you ladies!!!

Major thanks go out to my beta-reader, bakayaro onna!!! *glomps danglemate*

Now for the warnings...if you’ve made it this far. MAJOR SHOTACON!!! IF SHOTA SQUICKS YOU, DO NOT READ THIS FIC!!! That aside, I believe it is a very sweet, loving fic, and the lemon is 100% consensual. No shota-brats were harmed in the writing of this fic.

Poem by Lord Byron, “She walks in beauty”

If you’ve made it past the disclaimers, dedications, thanks and warnings, please, I implore you to enjoy...

He walks in beauty...

An Escaflowne fic

By Talon

“He walks in beauty, like the night

of cloudless climes and starry skies”

The light from the moons had lit the room to near daylight brightness when Folken’s door creaked open and soft, bare feet pattered across the stone flooring of his room. Smiling slightly, the elder son of Fanelia waited. He knew who it was, and wasn’t surprised when a raven-tressed head poked up to regard him with wide, maroon eyes.

“Niichan, are you awake?” The boy’s whisper was loud and slightly damp and Folken wiped the moist spray from his cheek before turning his head to regard his younger sibling.

“Ne, Van, what is it? Did you have a nightmare?”

The boy shook his head. “No, not a nightmare...just a dream. But I needed to check if you were still here. In my dream, I couldn’t find you, no matter where I looked.” His slightly hitching breath belied his strong exterior. He had been frightened, for all he was protesting otherwise.

“And all that’s best of dark and bright,

meet in his aspect and his eyes,

Thus mellow’d to that tender light

which heaven to gaudy day denies.”

Folken considered his brother for a long moment, lush, maroon eyes, sleep-mussed black hair hanging into said maroon eyes, full, pink lips, the air of innocence hanging around him was nearly tangible. He reached out with an elegant hand and caressed a satin-soft cheek. “I would never leave you alone, Van, you know that, surely.”

Van nodded. “Can...can I get in bed with you, niichan?”

In answer, Folken flipped back a corner of the blankets and allowed his brother to clamber up beside his short-clad form. Van’s pajamas crumpled into soft wrinkles as he nestled with a contented sigh into his brother’s warmth. Rolling onto his side, he cuddled his little brother into his body, snugging an arm around his torso.

“Did you want to tell me about it, Van?”

Van shrugged. “It was no big deal, and it didn’t make any sense anyway.” A soft finger traced a slight scar on his brother’s bare chest. Balgus was always hard on Folken, insisting on preparing him to the fullest to meet the dragon slaying portion of his Rite of Kingship.

“If you insist.” Sighing, he closed his eyes in preparation to sleep when a delicate hand ghosted across his face. Folken opened his eyes irritably and looked down on Van. “What?”

Van wriggled slightly. “I can’t sleep,” he confessed.

“Van, you’ve only been trying for thirty seconds, tops...how can you possibly know you can’t sleep?”

He wriggled again, flushing. “I just can’t.”

As the boy scooted fretfully up his body, Folken discovered why Van insisted he couldn’t sleep; the evidence of his restlessness was poking him in his stomach through the baggy fabric of Van’s pajama bottoms. He grinned, unable to help himself.

“You know, you can take care of that yourself,” he pointed out reasonably. They had had this discussion several months ago when Van had first started getting random erections.

“I know, but I don’t want to,” the smaller boy whined, his hips squirming insistently. “Besides, niichan, I don’t think you’ll be able to sleep much either.”

Folken winced as a miniature foot passed lightly over his own recently awakened erection. He sighed, not unhappily. “Van...”

“Please, Folken-niichan?” The older boy could tell Van was deliberately making his eyes big and wider than usual. “Please, can’t we play? Just a little? I don’t wanna do it by myself.” He pouted adorably, his bottom lip poking out.

Folken considered his younger brother. “Play” meant he wanted to actually have sex. If he just wanted help getting rid of his erection, he would have asked for Folken to “help him out.” But to “play”…Folken shivered slightly as he recalled the last time they had played in that manner. Van had decided he was an expert after the few times they had done it and ignored Folken’s instructions.

“Van, last time you didn’t listen to me and you bled, remember? I don’t want that to happen again. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It didn’t hurt,” said Van insistently.

“Yes it did. You cried.”

“Did not.”

“Did so.”

“Did NOT.”

“Van, I’m not arguing about this, I’m going to sleep.” He rolled away, but not before he got an eyeful of a trembling, pouty lip and big eyes filling with tears.

“Don’t you WANT to play with me, niichan?” Van’s little voice was plaintive.

“I do. But I can’t play with you if you can’t follow the rules. If you can’t follow the rules, Van, then it’s clear you aren’t ready to play. Maybe after your next birthday...”

“But that’s not for a LONG time!!!”

“It’s only six months or so. Meantime, you have hands, go at it.”

“But FOLKEN...”

“Look, Van, what if I say yes? Are you going to listen this time? Are you going to believe me when I tell you it’s NOT a good idea to move until you’re adjusted, or to wait while I get more lubrication?”

Van was quiet for a moment. “I’ll listen. I’ll do what you say.”

“Your word as a Prince of Fanelia on it.”

Van sighed heavily, but at a raised silver-blue eyebrow from his teenaged brother he took a deep breath and spoke. “I, Van Slanzar de Fanel, do hereby swear to abide by my brother’s instructions and rules if he will condescend to play with me tonight.” He paused, “Good enough for you, Oniichan?”

Folken grinned, raking a hand through his own tousled moonlit hair. “Hai, it’s good enough for me. All right, I’ll play.” And with that, he lowered his mouth to his brother’s and claimed those soft, pouty lips in a kiss.

“One shade the more, one ray the less

and half impaired the nameless grace

which waves in every raven tress,

or softly lightens o’er his face...”

It was odd, thought Folken, he had heard from whispers and rumors that Van was considered the ugly duckling of the family, and he himself, having been bestowed with their mother’s near-otherworldly features and coloring was considered to be much the better looking of the two. Folken could only think they weren’t looking properly at Van. How could they miss the silky thickness of his unruly raven hair, the depth and expressive innocence of his large maroon eyes, the delicately chiseled features, still rounded by a scant layer of baby fat, the straight, small limbs, already cut with developing muscles combined with the inherent flexibility of his youth made his ten-year-old brother a delectable package he found difficult to resist.

And delicious, don’t forget delicious. Van tasted of wind and rain, sweetened nectar on the breeze. Folken couldn’t contain a groan of pleasure as he leisurely sampled the delights his brother’s mouth afforded as they traded tongue touches back and forth, lips meshing together in a dance of moist, tender flesh.

Elfin hands found his chest as they roamed freely over the nearly smooth flesh, pausing at a nipple to twist and tease the nub into hardness matching that of his loins. Breaking off the kiss and latching instead on the curve of Van’s neck, Folken’s deft fingers found the buttons of Van’s rumpled pajama top and began disassembling the orderly row.

Van, for his part, was in near heaven. His dream had frightened him more than he cared to let on, and he found comfort in his niichan’s familiar warmth. And if they were going to play...well, so much the better! And he knew Folken was right, curse him anyway. He hadn’t listened last time, and it HAD hurt, and he HAD bled…but only just a little. The rest of it had made up for the hurt and the blood, but Folken had been horrified at what he had done. Van supposed he really ought to listen to his older brother, but he just got so impatient...

Folken was slowly sliding his pajama top off and Van helped him by releasing the tautly creased, brown berries his niichan’s nipples had become. Fleetingly, as he always did when he saw his brother bare-chested he wondered why Folken’s nipples were a delicate brown color, while his own tiny nubs were a rosy pink. It ceased to be a ponderance as Folken’s hot mouth latched onto one and suckled hard enough to almost bruise; Van clutched at his brother’s silver-blue head and gasped as the tingling spread through his body.

The elder Fanel grinned as he released his brother’s nipple. That area of Van was oh-so-sensitive and never failed to garner a reaction from the smaller boy. Van scowled at him for a moment, then abruptly fastened his mouth over Folken’s, tongue darting between slightly parted lips in a quest to see what was at the back of the older boy’s throat. Folken groaned slightly as he settled Van in his lap, the younger boy’s legs straddling his hips, and traced fingers up between downy shoulder blades. He paused there, then flicked his fingers over to the left slightly. There...very nearly invisible, the seam...where Van’s left wing would emerge. He felt the boy shiver beneath his attentions and he released Van’s mouth and paid the right seam the same attentions as the left was getting.

“Oh...” Van’s breath released in a whispered moan as Folken’s fingers danced over the sensitive wing area of his shoulders. His hips twitched, involuntarily, giving delightful friction to his still clothed length. He hitched himself forward, rubbing insistently against the answering hardness still hidden in Folken’s shorts as his brother gently massaged his seams.

“Van,” whispered Folken. “Touch my face.” Dazedly, Van reached up a hand to touch, smoothing fingertips over the planes of his niichan’s face. He knew niichan liked to be touched there, it gave him shiver-bumps. He carefully traced a path around Folken’s mouth, then up one cheek and around an ear, impulsively following the path with a darting tongue, licking here and there as Folken’s hands traveled lower to clasp Van’s small rear and pull him closer, determinedly, pressing still-clothed stiff shaft to still-clothed stiff shaft together.

Folken slid his hands into Van’s sleep pants, reining in the urge to simply tear them in half, instead nudging his brother to a crouch as he slid them down, Van obediently lifting first one foot than the other as Folken removed the offending garment. Instead of sitting back down, the imp smirked, then bent over and grabbed the waistband of Folken’s shorts and tugged. The teen lay there for a moment, pretending he didn’t know what his sibling wanted, then lifted his hips to allow Van to slide the shorts down his thighs, and over his knees. Standing upright, Van turned around, presenting the delightful picture of his perfect bottom and proceeded to bend over again and slide the shorts the rest of the way off, nearly over balancing as he maneuvered them over Folken’s feet, then straightening up and tossing them to join his pajamas on the floor.

“Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.”

“Fair game!!!” exclaimed Folken as he grabbed Van’s hips and dragged the boy backwards towards him, nipping at the smooth skin of his brother’s bum.

“Niichan, oww!!” said Van, trying not to laugh, and failing utterly. He stopped giggling soon enough as Folken ceased nibbling and began nuzzling, laving the soft flesh and using his thumbs to part the crease in Van’s backside. Van held his breath, feeling niichan’s kisses fluttering closer, closer…”WAI!!!”

Even here, his little brother tasted good, thought Folken as he rimmed Van’s little opening, softening it, stretching it oh-so-slightly for the rest of their play. He added just the tip of one finger to his tongue, clutching Van’s hips tightly, trying to keep them reasonably still as they gyrated out of control from his oral attentions. When he could comfortably fit an entire finger in, he stopped, letting Van catch his breath.

The younger boy all but collapsed forward, his head still pointed at Folken’s feet, breathing heavily as Folken affectionately caressed the velvet skin still presented to him.

“You are so beautiful, you know that, little brother?” murmured Folken into the soft crease where buttock and thigh met.

Abruptly, Van sat up and swiveled around so Folken was nose to nose, so to speak, with his brother’s small erection. “What did you say, Folken-niichan?” His innocent eyes sparkled in the moons light, the almost greenish light from the Mystic moon lighting his golden skin. The elder brat smiled.

“I said, you are beautiful, Van. And I meant it.”

Van snorted even as a soft look crossed his young face. “You...you really think that?” he asked a bit uncertainly.

Propping himself up on an elbow, Folken reached with his other hand and drew his sibling down for a kiss. After a moment or two of tongue catching, he released Van and said quietly, “I do. You are beautiful.”

Van settled down for a moment, stretching his length along his brother’s body, propping his chin in his hands. “I think you’re beautiful,” he said seriously. “You look like Mother, and I don’t really look like anyone in our family anyway. You’ll be the most beautiful king Fanelia has ever had, and you and your Queen will have beautiful children.” He paused, a sad look flitting across his face.

“What is it, brat?” asked Folken, brushing a stray lock from Van’s cheek.

“I was just thinking...someday you’ll get married, and we won’t be able to do this anymore. It makes me sorta sad. But, no matter what, I’ll always be by your side, ne, Folken?”

An evil smirk crossing his face, Folken replied, “What are you talking about, Van? As soon as you’re old enough, I’m marrying you off to secure a link with some other country we need as allies!”

Van sat up and bashed both fists into Folken’s chest in an effort to keep from bursting into tears. “I won’t go, I won’t marry some…GIRL and be away from you!!! I don’t even LIKE girls...cept for Mother, of course...”

“What about Merle?” asked Folken slyly, grabbing Van’s wrists to keep from getting hit again.

“MERLE??? Ewwwwwwww...that would be too weird. I mean…Folken, she’s my best friend!!! You can’t marry your best friend...it’s against the law or something!!!”

Folken couldn’t have held it in if he tried. He laughed outright and gathered his furious sibling into his arms. “Silly Van, I would have you at my side always, ne? I would not use you to further my own ambitions...and whatever wife I take will have to come to terms with the fact my first and best love is my brother.”

“Really?”

“Really and truly,” assured Folken.

At that Van smiled and wriggled his hips. “Ne, niichan, I wanna do it now!”

Folken smiled at his eagerness. “Come here. I just want to kiss you.”

Van complied, but after a minute or so of heated smooches he wriggled his hips insistently again. “Folken, I still can’t sleep,” he protested.

Sighing, Folken ran his hands slowly down his brother’s back, smoothing his sword calloused hands over the wing-seams and massaging Van’s pert cheeks.

Van grinned at him. “Are we gonna do it now?”

“Haven’t you ever heard of foreplay, Van?” Folken didn’t try to keep the exasperated note from his voice and Van smirked at him.

“Course I have, niichan...you told me all about it. And isn’t that what we’ve been doing?”

Folken was forced to concede that point to his sibling. Delicate toes found his rock-hard length, and a breath escaped his lungs in a whoosh. “And I’d say you’re as anxious for it as I am...ne?”

“Demon-spawn,” growled Folken unconvincingly.

“Nu-uh...” insisted Van. “Draconian spawn,” he corrected.

“Very true,” smiled Folken. Van opened his mouth, and Folken cut him off, reaching for the drawer in the bedside table. Graceful fingers emerged, a crockery jar held in their slender grasp and Van bounced delightedly on Folken’s stomach as his brother deposited the jar on the table and one-handed, wrestled the stopper from it.

“Where do you want me, niichan?” asked Van eagerly.

“Stop bouncing first, Van. Sit up and scoot up, so you’re straddling my chest again. And remember your promise.”

Van nodded and complied, parking his small feet, one beside each of his brother’s ears.

“Lean forward a bit,” instructed Folken, aroused beyond belief at the mouthful Van’s young erection was presenting, just out of the reach of his lips. He swallowed as Van obediently leaned forward and he dipped his fingers into the jar, coating them with the slippery, almost oily cream and rubbed it carefully into his brother’s tiny opening.

“Mmmm...that feels good, Folken,” said Van, his normally high-pitched voice a husky whisper. He leaned forward more, not to get away from his brother’s touch, but to rest his head against the headboard. Gripping the wood with his small hands, he mewled quietly as Folken carefully slid his smallest finger into Van’s anus.

“That ok?” he whispered.

“Y..yes…” panted Van. Folken carefully slid a second finger into him, licking the underside of Van’s penis at the same time, distracting him while he distributed the lubrication inside his brother.

“Oh, NIICHAN,” yelped Van as Folken took just the head of Van’s miniature erection in his mouth and sucked gently, swirling his tongue under the foreskin to get to that most sensitive flesh.

Van whined as his brother removed his fingers to get more lube then sighed with satisfaction as Folken gently pushed two fingers in him at once, stretching him delicately. It was all he could do to hold still, and when his niichan touched that place deep in his bottom and he saw stars...well...

Folken smiled at the soft groan Van made when he rubbed a finger across the boy’s sensitive internal nub. Cautiously he added another finger, making three total, and watched his brother’s face intently. An initial wince, then relaxation as he adjusted to the girth of his elder sibling’s fingers. Damn, that look of absolute bliss on Van’s face nearly made him come right then and there.

“I think you’re prepared enough,” whispered Folken, not wanting to shatter the mood. “What do you think?”

In response, Van wriggled his bottom against Folken’s fingers, gauging his own responses then smiled brightly at his brother.

“I’m ready, niichan,” he chirped.

Folken nodded. “All right then, how do you want it? Do you want to be on the bottom, or...”

“I wanna ride!” said Van enthusiastically. While he enjoyed being pounded into the mattress by his brother immensely, there was an element of control he relished when he was on top. And as that was where he had been most of the night anyway, it seemed pointless to change now. And besides, Folken almost always did what he wanted anyway!

Folken nodded. “All right then, but remember, you promised, ne?”

Van paused from his scooting backwards. “Hm?”

“You promised to do what I tell you.”

“Oh...yeah...right...” he mumbled as he grasped Folken’s length in his hands and stroked it, almost lovingly.

“VAN!”

“Ne?”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Van grinned. Folken looked so cute, lying on his back, his arms crossed and glaring for all he was worth down at him. He tried his innocent look, but knew it wasn’t going to wash. Smiling, he held his hands out for the jar, and Folken nodded approvingly. Van reached in and got a good fistful and spread it carefully over Folken’s hard shaft, running his thumbs over the sensitive head, then standing to straddle Folken’s hips. He paused and looked up, remembering his promise again.

“I wanna do it, ok, niichan?”

“That’s fine, Van, just remember what I said, and take it slowly. This isn’t a race. When it hurts, that means you STOP, not push down harder, ok?”

Van nodded and guided the head to his stretched and lubricated entrance. He paused for just a moment, liking the feeling of it there, hot and throbbing against his sensitive pucker, but he was anxious to get to the good stuff so he slowly lowered himself onto Folken’s penis. The first bit was always the most difficult...it stung, just a bit as Folken’s thick head parted his opening...oww…but if he stopped there...and it wasn’t as though Folken were even that big…he was only fifteen after all, Van had seen bigger. His eyes got wide as he paused to get used to the sensation of having the head just inside him as he recalled Balgus’ monster phallus. He stifled a giggle...he had seen it many times in the bathhouse...the swords master was hung like...like...like a HORSE!!! He giggled outright and slid another inch or so in. Folken wasn’t so big...

“What’s so funny?”

Van grinned. “Just thinking of Balgus...is he huge or what?”

Folken looked faintly alarmed. “Van, you are NOT going to seduce Balgus like...” he faltered.

“Like I seduced you, niichan?” asked Van sweetly.

“Exactly.” He paused. “Not that it was difficult, mind you,” he muttered as Van slid down even farther, seating himself completely, his rump meeting Folken’s groin with a groan from both the boys.

“Don’t worry, niichan,” Van’s voice was slightly breathless. “I have no intention of seducing Balgus-sensei.” He shuddered. “That thing would split me in two!!!”

“You all right, brat?” Folken was concerned, after what had happened last time, but Van was fine. He gave Folken that mischievous smile that melted the older boy every time and wriggled his hips a bit in response.

“And on that cheek, and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,”

“I’m good, niichan,” chirped Van, “but I bet you’re even better!” He smiled and lifted his hips just a few inches, then slammed down with most of his weight onto Folken’s pelvis.

“Be still, for just a moment,” choked Folken. Van was so tight, so, hot, so slick and welcoming, he just needed a second to...compose himself. He reached down and placed his large, calloused hands on small hips, hips his hands nearly wrapped all the way around he noticed suddenly. Van grinned down at him, waiting…he really was keeping his word. Good. Experimentally Folken rolled his hips upward, watching Van closely. The boy’s eyes closed briefly and a small, ‘ungh’ reached Folken’s ears. He was ready.

Folken’s first thrusts were gentle, slow and shallow. His hands gripped Van’s hips and controlled his movements to some extent, moving his brother with his thrusts watching for a sign of discomfort. There was none, simply a whine of, “Moooooore, Folken,” from Van.

The older boy complied, rapidly losing himself in the hot, tight slickness of his brother’s channel, the feel of his skin beneath his hands and on his pelvis, Van’s hands running along his arms, moving down to stroke along his belly as he panted and groaned, the tops of his thighs meeting Van’s small buttocks with each thrust.

The sensation of Folken impaling him over and over again was racing like fire through Van’s veins, pooling at that spot deep in his belly. Van’s toes were curling as he rode his brother’s erection, a look of deep contentment on his face even as his skin sheened with sweat, even as his breath came in gasps and moans. “AAAhhhhh, NIICHAN….YES…PLEASE!!!”

Folken thrust faster, harder, the slap of skin against skin spurring him on nearly as much as his brother’s panting pleas. He never took his eyes off the boy riding him with such abandon, his unruly hair sweat dampened, his eyes alternating open and closed, his sweet mouth, perpetually open, his little hands clenching and unclenching on the skin of his stomach…Folken gave a sudden, tiny gasp and flooded Van’s insides with his orgasm. A final thrust…two...and he was still, panting, his hands leaving Van’s hips, sprawled beneath his younger brother on the sheets.

Van wriggled his behind experimentally, but he knew what had happened. He tried to get his breathing under control again as the slippery sensation of Folken’s softening cock leaving his body tingled in his brain. He hadn’t come, but that wasn’t unusual. It took him longer to finish than it did Folken. He’d let niichan rest for a minute before he demanded to finish their play.

Folken was completely….sated. Beautiful, flitted through his mind. His brother was beautiful. His body was beautiful, his mind was beautiful, his heart, his very soul the most beautiful of all. He lay there, barely aware of the slight weight on his stomach and marveled at the beauty of Van.

The beauty, meanwhile, was getting impatient.

“Niichan…” A poke in the ribs and an impatient bounce. “OI…FOLKEN,” Van half shouted after waiting a few minutes for a response.

“Huhwhahuh?” Folken’s normally smooth voice was blearied and blurred in the aftermath of his completion.

Van poked his lower lip out. “Folken-niichan...you finished, but I didn’t get to!” He pitched his voice so it was more sad than whiny, but it was a near thing.

Folken blinked and stared at his brother, noticing for the first time since he greyed out, Van’s persistent little erection, standing almost straight out from his body.

“Oh.” Was all he said for a moment while Van waited. It always took niichan a few minutes to get his head back together after he came. “Oh,” he said again, then reached down to pull Van up further on his body.

Van giggled slightly as he thought of the huge, wet trail he was making, as though he were a big snail...then stopped as Folken gently kissed the inside of first one, then the other of his small thighs. Van looked down, startled as always at the look of love in his elder brother’s eyes. He hoped his own, maroon eyes were as eloquent at conveying his feelings as his brother’s were. Then all thought stopped as Folken slid him a bit further up so he was actually almost kneeling, straddling Folken’s face, one knee on either side of his head. He held his breath, then groaned as Folken took all of his small stiffness into his hot, wet mouth.

Van arched back, his mouth opened into a silent “Oh” of ecstasy. Folken sucked gently at first, fingers caressing soft skin, pulling him closer, tongue dancing in firm strokes over the slight hardness that was Van’s persistent erection. Small hips thrust of their own accord, trying in vain to get more of his body into that cavern of delight, panting breaths echoing in the moonlit room.

Folken’s hands moved slowly along his brother’s body, warmly from his rear up his back until fingers enthusiastically caressed the seams housing his wings. The sensation sent shivers up and down Van’s back and out his fingertips which were currently tangled in Folken’s silver-blue hair. He yelled wordlessly in protest as Folken drew his head back, releasing his aching member, the air cooling the spit-slicked flesh as Folken spoke, his voice a husky whisper.

“Let them out, Van…please?”

Van could only nod as Folken smiled up at him and sucked his penis back into his mouth, a little bit at a time. Concentration was difficult, and it was a few moments before Van could gather his thoughts together sufficiently to release his pent-up wings.

Folken sighed around Van’s erection happily as with a gasp of pleasure, Van released his wings, the feathered appendages bursting from their seams with a muffled, almost…tearing sound. Oh, they were beautiful, and Folken inhaled deeply as Van leaned forward so his body was bowed over his brother’s head, his wings bending around his body like a cloak, enclosing the smaller boy and Folken’s head and shoulders in their white, iridescent shroud.

The scent of Van’s wings was different from his own “normal” scent. Instead of smelling of wind and rain, when his wings were out, the scent of sunlit clouds filled Folken’s nostrils, a warm and sort of...veiled scent. It was enthralling and Folken never tired of it.

Van’s wings beat restlessly from time to time as Folken redoubled his efforts to bring his brother to completion. Slender fingers preened soft feathers absently, automatically as Van began to lose what little control he had.

After nearly ten minutes of enthusiastic sucking on Folken’s part, thrusting and wing-beating on Van’s part, there was a sudden halt, then Van’s wings lifted him up off of Folken, his back arching, arms spread as though to balance himself. Folken quickly released his hold on Van’s penis but grasped him by the hips to keep him from going too high. Simultaneously, Folken got a face full of boyish ejaculate...nearly clear, though the amount was copious. Van hovered there for ten seconds...twenty…nearly a full minute, shuddering as his orgasm rippled through him, then his wings folded and he collapsed onto Folken’s chest, panting deliciously.

Tiny feathers fluttered down around the two sated boys, the moonlight catching some of what Folken had dubbed “fairy paintings” referring to the rainbows caused by the natural oils coating their coarser flight feathers. Folken pointed them out to the younger boy, “Look, Van, the fairies have been painting again...look at how lovely they make your wings!” Van smiled sleepily. It was almost like a second orgasm to have the feathers flutter down around them, whispering over their bare, damp skin. He felt so wonderful now, sated, happy and cuddled into Folken’s warmth. Loved, cherished…content.

Folken kissed his brother blissfully. He felt like flying, but not moving a single muscle. Holding Van after such a satisfying, affectionate joining was love itself, he was sure. His worship of his younger brother was complete...absolute. He smiled as Van draped his left wing over his chest, covering him in the feathery warmth.

“Love you, niichan…” Van murmured into Folken’s chest.

“A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!”

Folken smiled as he nuzzled the dark mop resting on his chest. “Love you too, Van,” he whispered. “Now, go to sleep.”

There was no answer, but a scant moment later, a tiny snore was audible, as Folken himself succumbed to Morpheus’ spell, dreaming of wind swept fields, sun-drenched clouds, and innocent, mischievous, maroon eyes, and his own pure and perfect worship therein.

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Owari