22 November 2007
Erotic Deleted Scene from My Brother’s Keeper
Posted by rdsolange under: My Brother's Keeper .
We had a lot of scenes that never made it into the finished story for My Brother’s Keeper. But it seems so sad that those little gems will never see the light of day, so Denise and I thought it would be fun to post some of them.
This snippet is a very meta type musing piece we did with Malik and Ciaran in the bath. At this point in the story, Ciaran had been meant to be relaxing more into his role as his brother’s pleasure slave.
We hope you enjoy it!!
Ciaran/Malik quasi-meta
“Quit it,” Ciaran says, legs kicking, splashing the warm bath water over walls.
“Don’t be such a prude, Ciaran.” Malik resists the knee-jerk impulse to slap Ciaran’s bare ass where he was folded over the stone rim of the bath. “You’re a real slut now.”
He grins, as Ciaran’s furious struggle continues, tightens his grip on Ciaran’s wet skin, and dips his head to lick some of the droplets off. It’s time for another lesson. One he’s already enjoying giving.
“Let go of me,” Ciaran insists, failing pathetically at pulling himself the rest of the way out of the water. His outrage turns to a surprised shout when the scruff of Malik’s cheek scratches at his rump, then he renews his frantic struggles when his ass is spread, wide enough to display to the entire room, if there were anyone else in the room.
The wet slick of saliva, immediately different feeling than water, touches him in a place it never has, at least, not while it was still attached to anyone’s mouth. Malik’s tongue definitely doesn’t feel anything like his fingers.
“What are you doing!?” Ciaran cries, despite the thrill it sends zipping to his groin. His fingers scratch at the stonework. “Malik that’s…ah, fuck…that’s just wrong.”
Malik actually chuckles, which does delightful things to that entire area. And Ciaran approves, muscles melting beneath Malik’s hands, despite his being the object of amusement. “Fuck,” he gasps again, arching, when Malik spears him at last.
But the tongue fucking only lasts a few seconds. Malik withdraws, laps once more across Ciaran’s winking pucker and pulls away.
“That’s it? You can’t stop there!”
“You talk too much, Ciaran,” Malik laughs, helping his scrambling brother back into the bath.
Ciaran splutters, “I what?”
“You talk too much. Always yapping about how I should do this or shouldn’t do that.” He floats back a pace in the pool, smiling at the outrage on Ciaran’s face. “It’s annoying.”
Finally Ciaran screws his head back on straight, metaphorically, and advances on his brother. “Is it my fault that you require a lot of direction?”
“Oh!” Malik laughs, amused at Ciaran’s energy. “I think I’ve got enough slaves trying to run my life with their constant prying and needing.”
“Their pr–” Ciaran falters. His expression changes. “Prying,” he purrs, rolling his r’s, as if the word is his new favorite. “Mmm.”
Malik looks smug as Ciaran presses himself to his chest. “Liked my tongue up your ass, did you?”
Undeterred, Ciaran nibbles along Malik’s neck. “Mmm, needing.”
“You’re not getting any more.”
The seduction halts. “Why not?”
“Because,” Malik says. “You were very very naughty.”
“I–” But Malik points to the wet towels and doused candles at the bath’s edge, pooled in the water from all his kicking and resisting. It takes him a minute, but Ciaran musters up some contrition. “I could be good.”
Malik snorts. “I highly doubt it.”
“Well.” Ciaran bats his eyelashes. “I don’t mean permanently.”
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