Fallen Moon

Chapter 47: Brotherhood (Part 01)

Down the dark halls of the house, loud noises echoed. The sounds of sensational moaning filling the house. There was a faint sound of music, rock music. There was male vocalist with a female singing alongside him. His voice, so in tune with her haunting yet angelic voice. The sounds were all coming from beneath the floor. The sounds grew louder and more clear from down the stairs.

"Oh yes, oh fuck yes,"

Past the door that was wide open, there was a room bathed in blue light emitting from a large computer screen. On the floor were two shirts, two pairs of pants, a pile of old newspapers, magazines, and old notebooks. Each of them scattered to the floor.

"Oh fuck," The voice cried out in sheer ecstacy. A pair of red boxer briefs rested on the floor. Even closer to the moaning rested a pair of dark green boxer briefs right beside it were two bare feet slightly spread apart. He had a tattoo of a blue poison dart frog on his left ankle.

The moans of pleasure grew louder and louder but were matched by a loud clapping that only seemed to grow in intensity. "Oh fuck me, that's it, oh that's the spot." The blue light only gave a glimpse of the body of the man who's hips were pounding, thrusting deep into the voice of the man crying out in absolute pleasure. The man had a well shaped ass, his abs rock hard, his upper body glistening in sweat. His arms were covered in a tattoo sleeve of a black painted forest. He wore a dog tag necklace that had the name Helena engraved. It was draped around his neck but was banging wildly against his bare chest. His balls continued to clap against the man's ass, his cock penetrating him ruthlessly.

"Oh baby," The other man's right hand held tight to the back of his neck. The other guy had short black hair with red highlights. His skin was pale. His abs were less toned than his lover. His right arm was covered in a tattoo sleeve of red and black flames. On his right shoulder was a tattoo of a burning black skull. On his left shoulder had the same tattoo but no tattoo sleeve. His silver skull necklace jiggled as his lover continued to pound his ass. His balls sinking his cock so deep inside him. It felt like heaven. "You're so fucking good at this," He lifted his leg placing his bare foot on the desk. The guy scooted his ass closer, his balls banging hard against it. "I fucking love your cock."

"I know you do," The man whispered these words in his ear. "That's because you're my bitch," The man grabbed a handful of his short black hair with dark green highlights, pulling it as their lips connected in an erotic kiss. He grabbed tight to the man's hips. His right wrist bearing a tattoo of a leaf. He pulled him closer so he could fuck him harder. His rhythm increased matching the tempo of the music that played in the background. The man pulled hard on his hair, his other hand was placed on an empty desk, gripping it for dear life. Each time, his lover's balls slapped against him, he could feel himself reaching closer to the point of no return. His cock pulsed out of control, dripping with sweet pleasure just about ready to burst yet still he...

The computer screen next to them read in white letters Hacking Drone, the progress bar scaling from twenty percent, to thirty, climbing faster, the white bar beneath it filling up faster. "Oh shit, babe, slow down, I'm going to-," The man bit his lip, his vampiric teeth drawing blood. He was trying so hard to hold it in. But this guy, his cock felt so fucking good. He kept trying to suppress his moans but damn it, he couldn't. He covered his mouth trying to fight his cries for release. He shut his pale blue eyes tight knowing if he so much as looked at was going on. He'd lose all control.

"I'm not finished with you yet, my love," Before he knew it, his body was thrown on the bed that rested in the back of the room. The man was immediately on top of him. He couldn't help but watch as his lover's cock disappeared inside him. Creating a connection that could only be described as absolute bliss. "Oh yes," He pulled him to the edge of the bed, thrusting hard into him. His rhythm unyielding, his cock undying.