Work Text:
“It can be cured,” said Tarja to Joshua, and he sighed in relief. He stood leaned against the wall of the Hideaway infirmary, while Clive sat in a sickbed, at Joshua’s own insistence.
“I’ll need at least a week to prepare the remedy. The Curesebreakers can scout for the beasts that are needed for ingredients. In the meantime,” Tarja cocked her head at Clive. “You take care of him.” As if Joshua would do anything else.
“Take care of me?” Clive groused. He leaned his arms back on the sickbed where he sat, pushing his tail aside when he accidentally sat his hand on it. “I feel fine.”
“Clive,” Tarja laughed flatly. “You’ve got fuzzy ears coming out of your head.” She leaned up to pinch one such canine ear, and the other twitched. Tarja pressed a thumb to the ear, turning it inside out. Clive smoothed a hand over his head to right it, only for his hair to be ruffled by their healer, much to Clive’s disgruntlement, as it flipped his ear inside out again.
He was fixing it when Tarja spoke. “Lycanthropy is fairly rare, so this is the first time I’ve had to treat it. You said it was just a scratch, not a bite?” Clive nodded, and pulled up the sleeve of his tunic. There on his forearm laid a small scratch, not even worse than one might get from a house cat, though it was fairly red.
Tarja crossed her arms, and eyed Clive. “How did this happen, anyway?”
“It was north of Martha’s Rest, in the overgrowth. When I reached to touch it, it didn’t like it.”
“You petted it?”
“It was out of the corner of my eye. I thought it was Torgal. It's a habit,” Clive sighed, and Joshua hid a laugh with the back of his hand. Joshua had truly been in shock when in a matter of seconds, he had turned to see a strange canine beast lurking, and then his brother had been reaching to pet it.
“Well, the effects of a scratch aren’t as severe as a bite. You won’t fully turn, but you still need to be treated. And there might be side effects.” That was worrisome.
“Side effects?” Joshua asked.
“Behavioral changes. Canine impulses, increased appetite, adorable fluffy ears and a tail,” she waved her hand. “Things such as that.” Tarja then looked to Joshua. “That’s why you need to hold his leash, so to speak. Don’t let him behave poorly.”
Clive scowled, and Joshua laughed. “He’ll be on his best behavior.”
As they made to leave, Clive lingered while Joshua left the room. He rubbed the tip of one his strange, fuzzy ears between two fingers. “You know, I’m not actually a dog.”
Tarja went to rub his other ear, ignoring his flat look. “I know. But we don’t know how this will affect you—side effects could be non-existent or severe. It’s best to keep you away from others, just in case. It’s for your own good, so stick by him. I trust Joshua best to tend you, both as another Dominant and your brother.”
She clapped Clive on the shoulder. “Do go easy on him, though, and try to behave. You don’t want to be put in the doghouse.”
“Not a dog.” Clive mumbled as she turned back to her cabinet of vials and tinctures. Joshua popped his head back into the room.
“Come, Clive.” Quickly, almost too quickly, Clive followed.
“Come on, it isn’t all so bad. If you change fully, you could keep Torgal company.”
“I’m glad you find this so entertaining,” his brother huffed. Joshua smiled—he really did. Clive looked downright adorable.
They settled into their room to keep him quartered off from the others, with a tray of enough food for a couple meals—Joshua would have to get more, eventually, but he hoped Clive was never so poorly off that he couldn’t be left alone. He seemed well enough currently, if slightly peevish.
Joshua made himself comfortable on their bed, his book for the evening sitting nearby. He patted the covers. “Come, sit.”
Clive obeyed. Joshua outstretched his arms so Clive could tuck himself against his chest, a common position they sat in when Joshua read and Clive dozed off. Clive snuggled in immediately, melting into him as usual. Though this time, it gave Joshua an excellent opportunity to examine his brother—for health reasons, of course. He had to know his patient, and what he was working with.
He went for the ears first, rubbing the strange, soft peaks, like velvet between his fingers. With his chin on his chest, Clive looked up to Joshua with a sort of exasperated acceptance, which wasn’t uncommon, really.
“How's your hearing?” He snapped near one furred ear, and watched it twitch in the direction of the sound.
The ear swiveled towards the door. “I can hear Gav in the mess hall from here.”
“Really? What’s he saying?”
Joshua had a little smile of amazement at Clive. “He’s arguing with Gaute, on how to fix the orchestrion.” Clive’s brow furrowed. “Gav shouldn’t try to fix it. Not after last time. I’ll ask Mid to have a look at it. Or I would—” He huffed. “If I could leave.” He knew his brother didn’t like being idle. Joshua brought a soothing hand to his cheek.
“I’ll ask Midadol. Don’t get fussy.” Joshua smoothed a finger over the tip of Clive’s nose. “It’s only for a little while. Let me dote on you in here, for a change.” He brushed his thumb over Clive’s stubble, and kept his other hand caressing the soft ears.
Clive nuzzled into his palm with a surprising force, rumbling a soft, pleased sound. Surprised, Joshua repeated the motion, and again Clive pressed hard into his touch.
“Do you like that?” Clive’s eyes closed and he nodded, sighing happily. The harder Joshua scratched, the more Clive pressed in, and so Joshua gave his brother thorough rubs, much to their mutual delight.
He scratched the stubble under his brother’s chin. “It really does suit you.” But Clive didn’t pay his words any attention—it was like he was in a trance, blissful and unaware.
Out of curiosity, Joshua cupped both of Clive’s cheeks and rubbed. He made a low sound, almost a moan, a light, content noise, and Joshua started laughing. Clive stilled, his trance broken, and eyed his brother in confusion.
“That’s how I pet Torgal. He likes it just as much.” He got a glare for that, and Clive pressed his face into his chest, denying Joshua his cheeks.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Tarja said there would be side effects.” Joshua brought his hands to Clive’s hair, and made a scratching movement. “Canine behavior, or such. Don’t try to fight it. Give in to your impulses, and let your brother pet you,” Joshua smiled.
Clive looked up to him, a losing battle in his eyes. “Give in to my impulses, hm?” At that he nestled in closer, pressing in near his brother’s neck. Joshua didn’t really see his words as meaning he couldn’t continue, so his hands found his brother’s cute ears again, massaging the silky peaks. He wasn’t quite sure what Clive was even doing, but he seemed to be enjoying himself, and so Joshua endeavored to do the same.
Clive was pushing on top of him like he wanted to smother him, his face nosing along Joshua’s neck, occasionally rubbing his prickly cheeks against him. He was mostly on top of Joshua now, and the curve of his spine trailed to the soft, fluffy black tail at his rear, poking out from the hem of his breeches and wagging gently. In his distraction, Joshua had almost forgotten it.
Joshua reached for the fluff, and when he briefly grasped the base of the tail, Clive growled. Clive immediately froze, and then cleared his throat. “Sorry,” he said awkwardly, a bit sheepish.
Joshua chuckled. “Canine impulses indeed.” He wondered what other strange reactions he could get out of Clive. Maybe he ought to get one of Torgal’s bones and see if he’d play fetch with him, but somehow he knew that would annoy his brother. But really, that just made him want to do it more.
Joshua laughed softly at the thought to himself, and then jerked when Clive suddenly laved a flat tongue against his neck. Joshua tensed, a bit of laughter bubbling out at the ticklish sensation, and flinched away at reflex.
Clive paused, and eyed him. “You just surprised me, that's all,” Joshua chuckled, and made himself relax.
But now Clive was bodily rubbing against Joshua, caging him as he curled to his side. “Brother—ah, that tickles—” His stubble burned across his cheek and neck, and his body trembled with contained laughter as his wandering fingers feathered too lightly. He nearly squealed at Clive digging his fingers into his middle, involuntarily kicking. Breathlessly he laughed and Clive pawed at him all the harder. It brought a stab of fondness to Joshua’s chest, remembering Clive tickling him as children.
Clive finally gave him a reprieve, his nose at Joshua’s pulse. Joshua panted a bit, winded from his laughing and ‘fighting’. He felt little puffs of air at his neck, and heard a snuffling sound—Clive’s inhales.
“Are—are you smelling me?” Another ticklish sensation, as Clive really pressed in.
Clive nodded, the tip of his nose cool on Joshua’s skin.
“...is it good?”
Again Clive nodded, and surprised Joshua with a deep groan. “You smell so good.”
Joshua was going to ask him to describe the scent, curious if his sense of smell was as strong as a canine’s, and also of just what he smelled like, but then Clive’s hands were on him. Joshua realized he was baring him down into the mattress.
“Clive?”
With one hand and his upper body Clive was pushing him down, with the other he pressed up against his lower stomach to press Joshua’s ass upwards. Joshua squirmed so his face wasn’t entirely smothered in the bedding, and in his wriggling he felt the hard outline of Clive’s cock against his behind.
He paused. Oh—Clive had never taken him like this before, in this position. He felt a flush creep up his neck. This position was—it was rather lewd, he would say, perhaps what one might associate with a whore. Or a dog. The flushed deepened.
Clive leaned bodily on Joshua, pinning him with his heavier weight. His breathing had deepened in a familiar way, damp on Joshua’s nape, ragged and wanting. It was a surprise, but not unwelcome, and Joshua craned his neck back to try for a kiss. The motion was halted by Clive pressing his face down into Joshua’s neck, his brows furrowed and his eyes pitched shut. He had his arms wrapped on Joshua’s middle, and he held tight as began to rock against his brother, humping against his clothed sex and behind.
Joshua shuddered at the sensation, but he’d rather they be out of their clothes. He tried briefly to get out of Clive’s grip, but that was futile with the hold he had on his belly, clinging to Joshua like his life depended on it. Wet breaths ghosted Joshua’s skin as Clive panted on him, rutting against his brother so vigorously as if he was actually inside Joshua. And while the friction was lovely, Joshua was keen on more.
Joshua snaked a hand down his middle, fumbling with the laces of his trousers but struggling since Clive was humping into him so hard, jostling him. Founder, the sounds his brother was making—he was totally lost to the world, moaning and keening as he used Joshua desperately for release, all of it right into Joshua’s ears. His smallclothes were quickly becoming damp and uncomfortable, and he only just barely managed his laces with his brother’s furious movements. Joshua hooked his fingers in both the waistline of his trousers and smallclothes, and yanked as best he could, getting them to his upper thighs.
Joshua shivered when the chilly evening air hit his vulva. Above him, Clive stilled, all his excited rocking abruptly ending. And then Joshua heard a soft sound, a sort of snuffling—he glanced over his shoulder to see his brother sniffing, scenting the air.
Clive lifted from him, and Joshua looked to him in confusion, only to jerk when Clive moved down to his lower half, to sniff at his cunt. His breath ghosted his folds, and Joshua tensed, embarrassment coiling in his belly. Why was he sniffing him there? He felt an urge to cover himself, regretting pulling his garments down in the first place. He tried to scoot away, but Clive was holding his hips.
“Clive—” Before Joshua could barely get any words out, his brother was lapping at him, eagerly licking into Joshua like a dog being given a treat. Joshua arched and shuddered—he could swear it felt different, that Clive’s tongue was longer, flatter, reaching into Joshua like never before, and Joshua moaned at being tasted with such a primal need.
Joshua was dripping, a combination of his own need and his brother’s slaver. Greedily he ground back against him, desperate to be filled, consumed by the beast that had taken Clive over. He needed his brother inside him—he shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t with how little Clive had control of himself, but that just made Joshua burn all the more. He especially shouldn’t considering he hadn’t mixed his powders with his tea today, to prevent conception, as he certainly hadn’t expected this— he hadn’t thought they’d be at it, since Clive was ill. But it was alright—he could just have Clive pull out before he spilled his seed.
Clive was still relentlessly lapping into him like he was starving—which was lovely, and he could easily peak while grinding against his brother’s eager mouth—but Joshua knew what he wanted. He pulled away from Clive’s tongue, but with a growl Clive clutched to him, holding his hips still and eating his fill. Joshua squirmed out of his grasp and hoped his idea would work—he scooted forward on the bed, and raised his ass and hips high, his face down to the sheets, and presented himself to his brother for the taking.
Looking over his shoulder, he was greeted by how debauched Clive looked—his eyes were almost black, pupils fully dilated, his hair a mess and his chest heaving with each laborious breath. His tail flickered behind him. Clive looked like he was in a frenzy, and most of all he had the look of hunger about him. Joshua shivered, and swayed his hips, hoping it was tempting.
His lure caught his fish, and Clive’s weight was back on him, again humping against Joshua in his animalistic delirium.
“Brother—your breeches, undo your laces—” Joshua huffed out between each rocking motion, himself starting to fall into a frenzy like his brother. Clive paid him no mind, singing his song of needy pants and moans.
Joshua slipped a hand between them, desperately trying to get his brother’s damn trousers off. He fisted the fabric of his pants and yanked, and in this regard the momentum of Clive’s ruts helped. In Joshua’s grip the breeches slipped Clive’s hips, and never had Joshua felt more delighted or relieved that his brother did not like wearing smallclothes.
Clive rumbled a sound of relief of his cock being freed from it’s confines—only to continue grinding onto Joshua. Even lost to his own canine wildness, he could be a tease. The thick length slid eagerly up between Joshua’s cheeks —so close, if he only moved just slightly—
Joshua reached between his legs to grab at his brother’s cock, aligning it with his entrance, and within seconds he was filled to the hilt. He gasped out at the sudden stretch, burning with bliss, only for Clive to withdraw, and quickly plunge back in, setting a brutal, animal pace.
Clive was never so rough with him, as he was then. He rutted into him without care for Joshua, his comfort or his pleasure, so deeply unlike Clive. He was just chasing his own primal desire, desperately. It had Joshua dripping.
Joshua brought a hand to his mouth to stifle the keens being fucked out of him, gnawing at his fingers. Clive, meanwhile, was lacking all inhibitions, and made no attempt to stifle the sound of his pleasure.
“Clive— Clive, you have to be quiet—” Joshua panted between his fingers. His brother was always moderately quiet during sex, something Joshua suspects was drilled into him during his years as a Bearer. That just gave him all the more reason to tease sounds out from him, and Joshua loved a challenge.
But he had never been like this— whining, heaving out his breaths, groaning like he’d never felt so good in his life, at being sheathed inside his brother. Taking him with the only purpose of releasing his seed as deeply as he could, a carnal desire as old as time itself.
Founder, the whole hideaway was going to hear him. If not his moaning, then his thrusts—the slap of skin on skin echoed shamelessly in the room, so slick from Joshua’s drooling cunt, taking his brother with ease, just as hungry as him.
Each snap of his hips had Joshua gasping out all the air in his lungs, with barely a moment to regain it when he was pounded again, and again, so hard that he collapsed onto the mattress. But Clive held fast to him, barring him down like Joshua meant to escape, as if he wasn’t as much an animal as Clive.
Clive’s grip on his hips were iron, keeping his ass up and his legs spread and his chest pressed against the mattress, while Joshua held on for dear life. He gasped, writhed, and struggled just so he could feel Clive push him down. Joshua felt so full, fuller than he’d ever been, and somehow he was being stretched further, an impossible burn considering how wet he was. He paused at the sensation, a moment of clarity in his addled mind.
“Brother, I feel something—” He couldn’t even get the words out, with the force of his brother’s pounding. Founder, I won’t even be able to walk after this. That was a concern for later, because the pressure in his cunt was increasing. Joshua slipped a hand down to where they were connected, and he could have jumped feeling the strange, bulbous knot being pressed inside him.
Joshua shuddered at the stretch, the almost painful burn making his cunt weep. He ground back, spread his legs even wider just to allow it further inside, to pierce him open. He was wound so tightly that any stray touch was likely to make him unravel, even a kiss from his brother—but his beast was unlikely to gift him that.
He should have Clive stop—this was too far, too strange—too animal, and he risked spending himself inside Joshua, but Joshua was too far gone, lost in their mating, and he grinded back on the knot at the same time Clive bared against him to push it inside him. Impossibly, Joshua felt himself give.
Now Joshua was full, fuller than he thought possible, and somehow Clive was drilling into him faster. Were it not for his hand at his mouth, Joshua would be shrieking, coming apart in his brother’s hands as he bred him. Frantically Joshua reached again between his legs, to rub himself, two fingers to his little cock and in seconds he was shuddering and spasming, his gasping breath wet and hot against his hand as he stifled his shout. And Clive kept going.
His brother fucked him through his orgasm as Joshua shook underneath him, the audible slickness of their coupling utterly debauched. Clive was whining in his ears as he furiously chased his release, a high, needy sound, almost pathetic, as his brother's walls fluttered and coaxed him. Joshua trembled, oversensitive and out of breath, and took it. His entire body was covered with his brother, and as Clive took his release, he sunk his teeth into Joshua's shoulder, earning a yelp.
Clive kept his pace as he emptied inside his brother, teeth still firmly in his flesh, whining his desperate sounds. The spend was searing hot inside Joshua, and he couldn’t believe how much his brother had to give—it seemed never ending, his brother jerking his hips into him with every thick spurt of seed.
Clive collapsed against him, heavy in exhaustion, finally spent. He made no move to pull out, and Joshua didn’t think he could— the strange knot had effectively tied them together. Joshua panted, finally able to catch his breath. Clive tilted to the side, and held Joshua’s back to his chest, both of them limp and slicked with sweat.
Joshua brushed his fingers against his bulging belly, shuddering in a breath. Like this, he looked almost with child. Joshua had thought he was full before, but this was full—impossibly full, filled with his brother’s cock and knot, and copious amounts of spend. His thighs trembled with the thought that surely his brother had put a babe in him, with as much seed as he had planted, and he was almost ashamed at how much it thrilled him. Clive had bred him like a dog, and Joshua would give him as many pups as he wanted.
It excited him so—so much that he couldn't help but slip his fingers between his folds, rocking back on his brother’s knot. Was he going to have a litter? Joshua shivered.
He was so slick that he struggled for purchase on his bud, his fingers slipping. Joshua ground back against Clive’s cock and knot, still so hard inside him, filling him completely. A rumble sounded from behind, a sound deep in his brother’s throat, as he nuzzled against Joshua.
Hands brushed aside his own, replacing his fingers. Joshua peeked over his shoulder and met Clive’s eyes, and he saw clarity—and perhaps embarrassment.
“Are you with me?” Joshua asked breathlessly, bucking into his touch.
Clive nodded, his face ducking into Joshua’s shoulder almost bashfully. Joshua rocked into his touch eagerly, keen on a quick release, while his brother was still locked inside him.
While Joshua ground against his fingers roughly, chasing his touch, Clive was gentle and persistent, well practiced movements to build Joshua higher and higher. He pressed soft kisses to his neck while Joshua panted, and he broke off into a high keen when Clive began to rock his knot into him, deep and slow.
The combination of sensations quickly had Joshua spiraling again, tightening around his brother’s knot as he peaked, and Clive groaned into his ear at the caress.
Joshua collapsed in his arms, sweaty and spent, as Clive softly mouthed against the harsh bite mark on his brother’s shoulder, a guilty gesture.
“I’m sorry,” Clive said, his ears pressed flat against his head. “I don’t…know what came over me,” It was like he couldn’t believe what he was saying. “I just felt…excited.”
Joshua laughed breathlessly. ‘Excited’ seemed like an understatement.
“Well, I did say to give in to your impulses. Though, I wasn’t expecting that.” Joshua thought for a moment. “And it is spring, after all."
Clive looked at him, confused.
Joshua gestured with a hand. “Mating season.”
Clive groaned, his face going a bit pink as he ducked his face into Joshua’s shoulder. Joshua laughed lightly, and took Clive’s hands folded around his chest.
“You’ve done a good job at it, too,” Joshua said, bringing his brother’s hands to his distended belly.
Feeling him, Clive sucked in a breath. Joshua began to hear a thump, something soft hitting fabric. He leaned up on an elbow, to see his brother’s fluffy tail smacking against the covers of the bed.
“Clive. Your tail is wagging.”