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Rosinante couldn’t sleep. Sleep usually evaded him, even on good nights, but the nightmares had gotten worse lately. He wasn’t sure why - perhaps it was because the anniversary of that night was creeping close. Doffy had been acting off too, Rosinante had noticed. He was erratic, emotional, prone to even more violent outbursts than usual. And he’d been drinking more. Rosinante hated when Doffy drank - but he couldn’t really blame him. Getting shitfaced and passing out was the easiest way to get some sleep.
As Rosi laid awake in his bed, staring at the wall, the tense silence of his bedroom was broken by the squeak of a door hinge. Soft, warm light spilled into the room from the hallway behind, but it was quickly engulfed by a massive shadow. Rosi forced himself to continue breathing evenly - if Doffy thought he was asleep, maybe he would just go away. Not that it’s ever worked before…
He could hear the sloshing of liquor in a glass bottle, uneven footsteps on the plush carpet of his bedroom. A quiet, hopeful whisper, “Rosi…?” The mattress behind Rosinante dipped and sagged with new weight and long, clumsy fingers curled into his hair. There were heaving breaths, some soft hiccups, and the stench of wine. “Rosi,” came another, softer whisper. The younger man remained silent, praying that Doflamingo would just go away. He didn’t want to deal with this tonight.
When has he ever cared about what I want?
Hot, wet lips found his earlobe and closed around it, teeth pinched his skin ever so gently and hot, wine-scented breath puffed over his cheek. Subconsciously, he curled into a tighter ball, trying not to shudder as Doffy’s tongue poked at and swirled around his sensitive earlobe. The weight on the bed behind him shifted and the blankets covering Rosi’s body were lifted, giving Doffy room to slip under them and join his brother in the bed. He really hated it when Doffy drank.
Finally, when Doffy scooted himself forward, curling his body over Rosi’s back and pressing his hips against Rosi’s rear, the younger Donquixote stirred. He shifted to look over his shoulder, finding Doffy’s angular face, flushed with both alcohol and desire. He smiled when Rosi looked at him. Rosi didn’t return it.
“Rosi,” the intoxicated man breathed against the nape of his neck. His long, firm arms snaked around his younger brother’s body, pulling him snug against Doflamingo’s form. “You’re awake.” His hips pushed forward ever so slightly, pressing a hardness against Corazon’s ass, and Rosinante finally stirred, gently attempting to pull himself out of Doffy’s hold. Instead, his brother’s grip just tightened possessively.
He gave Doffy a look that said, You’ve been drinking, and Doffy quietly hummed an affirmative, leaning in to bury his face in Rosi’s neck, kissing and licking and sucking bruises into the sensitive skin there.
When Rosi groaned in protest, trying a bit harder now to escape Doflamingo’s embrace, he felt long, strong fingers digging into his hips, keeping him in place. “Can’t sleep,” he murmured against Corazon’s skin. “Nightmares. I need you, mi hermoso corazón…”
Rosi let out a long, shuddering breath, but managed to shake his head. He pried at the hands on his hips, but Doffy’s fingers just sank in harder. Sharp teeth bit into his shoulder, making Rosinante gasp and drawing a husky groan from the man behind him, the man who was also slowly grinding his hips against Rosi’s ass. The man who was also his brother. He’d tried to argue with Doflamingo before, to fight him off, but the madman had always been stronger, easily overpowering him. “It’s not wrong, Rosi,” he’d purred against the younger man’s lips, greedy hands sliding against hot, sweaty skin. “We’re gods. The rules aren’t the same for us as they are for them .”
Them. Normal people. Humans.
“I love you, Rosi. I need you. Don’t you want to help me?”
Rosi found himself shaking his head again as Doffy grew more emboldened, one hand prying itself off of his hip in favor of sliding up beneath Corazon’s sleep shirt, groping at his abs and pecs before finding his nipples, taking his time to give each one the same amount of attention as he gave the other. “Rosi…” Doffy whined into his ear, bucking his hips and making his younger brother jolt. The stench of wine was overwhelming. “Look at me.”
Every time, Rosinante tried to resist. But every time, Doffy always ended up getting what he wanted. Slowly, Rosi once again looked over his shoulder at his older brother. Even in the darkness, he could see the wildness in his brother’s eyes. It frightened him.
“Kiss me.”
Rosinante shook his head. The hand still on his hip suddenly jerked him backwards, and Doffy met him with another deep roll of his hips. Rough, shuddering breaths heaved against the nape of his neck, sending a chill through his body. Please stop.
“ Kiss me,” the sick man demanded again, his voice coming out more as a growl than a plea this time. Rosi squeezed his eyes shut and ducked his head back down, shaking it insistently. The touch on his hip turned bruising, and sharp fingernails clawed their way down his chest. “Rosinante.” The deep, rough violence in the growl made Rosi flinch.
Finally, Doflamingo’s Corazon stirred, unable to disobey any longer. He shifted in Doffy’s arms, twisting around until the two brothers were touching forehead to forehead. He breathed in Doffy’s scent, grimacing at the strong aroma of whatever rich wine he’d gotten so drunk off of. When he closed his eyes and leaned forward, he tasted fermented grapes.
The moment that Rosinante finally obeyed, Doflamingo pounced. In an instant, he crawled on top of Rosi, forcing him onto his back as he deepened the kiss violently, using tongue and teeth to force his brother into submission. Moaning unashamedly against Rosi’s lips, he pressed his hips down and ground them frantically against his brothers. Eyes screwed shut, Rosinante whimpered helplessly as he felt Doffy’s swollen cock pressing against his own flaccid one, tucked safely away in his pajama pants. Not for much longer.
In between frantic kisses and gasps of air, Doffy’s greedy hands were clawing at Corazon’s clothes, popping off the buttons of his sleep shirt in his desperation to shove it off of Rosi’s shoulders. He grew frustrated when the fabric bunched up and tangled around Rosi’s arms, so he gave up when the item was mostly discarded and gave Rosi’s lips some rest, favoring to sprinkle a trail of kisses and soft bites down his throat, over his chest. He paused on one of Rosinante’s pert, dark nipples, swirling his tongue around the sensitive area and drawing a quiet hiss from his brother when his teeth pinched the nub.
Doflamingo growled roughly against Rosinante’s skin, not budging a single inch even as Rosi desperately pushed against his chest and shoulders, tried to wriggle out from beneath his older brother’s massive form. Doffy continued his journey down his body, dragging his tongue across tense abs before he finally came to a rest just above Rosi’s waistband. He finally stopped, staring up at his brother with dark eyes.
“Tell me to stop,” he panted, fingers twitching wildly as they curled beneath the waistband. Unable to speak, Rosi just kicked his legs weakly, hoping that Doffy would be satisfied with that this time. Who am I kidding? He never is.
“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop,” Doffy demanded again, his voice sounding pinched and strained with desperation. “I want to hear you say it. I want to hear your voice again.” When Rosi continued thrashing and shaking his head, Doffy’s lips curled into a wicked snarl and he yanked harshly at his brother’s waistband, ripping the flimsy fabric clean off of him. Rosi squeezed his eyes shut and threw an arm over his face as his brother chuckled, a deep and wicked sound. “No underwear, Rosi? You were expecting me, hm?”
He shook his head furiously, gasping in surprise when he felt a skilled hand wrapping around his cock and slowly stroking it to half-hardness. This was always the worst part. It wouldn’t be as horrible if Doflamingo just came in, took what he wanted, and left - but no, he always wanted Rosinante to enjoy it, to feel pleasure alongside him, to cum in tandem with his older brother.
Having blinded himself, unable to bear watching Doffy defile him, his lips flew wide open and he gasped loudly when his cock was enveloped by hot, wet heat. A long, skilled, eager tongue wrapped around his shaft, slithered over his balls, swirled over the tip of his suddenly swollen cock. To Rosinante’s continued disgust, Doflamingo always knew how to touch him.
Two large, firm hands squeezed the meat of Rosi’s thighs tightly as he buried his face in between his brother’s legs, his angular nose twitching as it was tickled by thick, wiry, curly blonde pubic hair. He breathed in his younger brother’s scent, moaning lasciviously as he slobbered on his cock, ears finely tuned for each whistling whine, quiet gasp, punched out moan. Doffy’s hand, shaking with frantic, overwhelming need, clumsily yanked at the strings keeping his trousers tied together until they were loose enough that he could shove his hand down his pants, stroking his own throbbing cock quickly and aggressively.
When Rosinante’s hand found the top of his head, desperately trying to push him away, Doffy only growled deeply around Rosi’s cock - the vibrations sent a shockwave through his little brother and Rosi’s hips surged upwards, stuffing Doffy’s face with his cock as a loud whine escaped his parted lips.
That tongue - that damn serpent’s tongue - slipped past Doffy’s bottom lip to caress Rosi’s balls, tight with pleasure, and Rosi came with a silent scream, arching off of the bed and fisting his trembling hands into Doffy’s short blonde hair. As he rode out his orgasm, keeping his cock seated deeply in his brother’s throat, Doflamingo swallowed every last drop with a positively filthy moan, bringing an intense red flush to Corazon’s cheeks. “D-” He quickly sank his teeth into his bottom lip, silencing himself before he could let something slip. It was in times like these that it was the hardest to fake his muteness. Something about Doffy just made the words want to crawl out of his throat and spill from his lips.
If Doffy had heard anything, he didn’t mention it - or was perhaps too preoccupied to even notice. Once he’d swallowed every last drop that Rosinante had fed him he instantly moved downwards, taking Rosi’s thighs and pushing them up. Instantly and impatiently he surged forward once again, pushing his tongue against Rosi’s asshole and prodding insistently at the tight ring of muscle until he forced it inside. Rosinante whined, his fingers curling into Doffy’s hair and pulling hard.
The tongue slipped back out and Doffy raised his head, staring obsessively through the dark at his squirming younger brother. “That’s it,” he panted darkly, not only drunk on liquor, but power as well. “You like it, don’t you? Does that feel good, mi corazon? You like feeling me inside you, don’t you?” He sounded breathless, frantic, sickeningly triumphant.
Rosi, though his legs were still trembling and his cock began twitching back to life, shook his head. Please, Doffy, stop!
“If you don’t like it, tell me. Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”
I can’t! I want to, so badly, but I can’t! Even as he groaned in protest and weakly flailed his shaking legs, he couldn’t tell him to stop. Because that would ruin everything. That would jeopardize the entire operation, destroy the mission he’d set out here to do. Of course, perhaps he wouldn’t have made the decision to come back to the Family as a mute if he knew how much more twisted and disgusting Doflamingo’s mind had become.
That long, writhing tongue dove into him again, and Rosi was torn out of his thoughts with an aborted moan of pleasure. Obscene, wet slurping noises filled the silence of Rosi’s bedroom, accompanied by Doflamingo’s filthy moans and the quiet, yet intense sound of skin slapping against skin. Every time Doffy moaned, it vibrated through his tongue and caused Rosinante to shudder, his breaths heaving from his lips shakily.
When the tongue was removed, two fingers replaced it, slipping in with ease and scissoring inside of Rosi’s tight, wet hole. Doffy was growing impatient, he could feel it in his jerky movements and the violent twitching of his fingers. “Fuck, Rosi,” the older man snarled, pinning down his younger brother’s hips with one massive hand as he pistoned his fingers inside of him. “So fucking perfect.” Hot lips descended on Rosi’s pecs, biting and sucking and licking at his skin like a man starved. “They made you just for me, you know.” His voice was rough with lust and possessiveness. “Mi hermoso corazón, tallado en mi pecho…”
Those two long fingers slowly withdrew and Doffy sighed with something that sounded like adoration. Rosinante felt the bed shift, weight redistributed as his brother shifted on the mattress, shuffling forward and pulling Rosi back to meet him. When he felt something blunt and much larger than two fingers pressing at his slickened hole, his eyes flew wide open and he began thrashing with a fury. It was always like this, every time. Rosi would struggle, would pray that some semblance of decency or sanity would come over his brother.
But every time, Doffy would snarl roughly, snatch his wrists in one massive hand and pin them to the mattress above his head. Every time, he would force Rosinante’s legs apart and scoot in between them, keeping them open with his body. Every time, he would lean down and smash his lips against Rosi’s as he forced himself in to the hilt with one brutal thrust of his hips.
Every time, Rosi would scream. Doffy loved it when he screamed - it was the only time he could hear his sweet baby brother’s voice. So, in order to hear it again, he pulled out almost entirely before surging forward once more, slamming his hips against Rosi’s ass and meeting the younger’s scream with a long, loud moan.
And tonight was no different.
“ Fuck! ” Doffy shouted, his grip tightening on Rosinante’s wrists as he began a constant, brutal assault on his Corazon’s throbbing, tight hole. “Taking me so well…” Rosinante felt hot tears slipping down his cheeks and melting into his mussed, tousled hair.
It hurt so much. Doflamingo was huge, even bigger than he himself, and he was never patient enough to prepare him completely, even when he was sober. His hole burned and stung, his hip ached from Doflamingo’s tight, bruising grip. The bones of his wrists felt as if they were about to shatter.
Skin slapping on skin filled the room. Rosi choked back his sobs. “Rosinante,” Doffy moaned above him, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut in bliss. “Fuck, Rosinante…”
Rosi wished that Doffy wouldn’t say his name. He wished for a lot of things as he lay there beneath his brother, rocking back and forth atop the mattress with the force of each brutal thrust as Doflamingo pounded into him. He wished that Doffy wouldn’t bend down and bury his face in his neck, moaning obscenely as teeth bit down on flesh, breaking skin, and bruises were sucked into his throat. He numbly registered that Doflamingo was marking him up in places that the Family would certainly see. He usually did, wanting everyone to know who Corazon belonged to. Of course, there never had been a question of who owned Rosinante. From the moment he came back to the Family, Doflamingo had always made it painfully clear who his baby brother belonged to.
The crushing weight disappeared from his wrists, and Doflamingo snatched one of his hands to pull it downwards, wrapping Rosinante’s own fingers around his half-hard cock. Doffy’s breathing was frantic and stuttering as he commanded, “Touch yourself,” and forced Rosi’s hand to move up and down over his own cock, which slowly started to stiffen beneath the jerky ministrations. “Fuck, Rosi, mi corazon, you’re gonna make me cum,” Doffy whined, shifting his hips to achieve a better angle, one where he could bury his fat, throbbing cock as deeply as he could inside the younger Donquixote. “Cum for me, mi amor…”
Rosi squeaked out a sob, limply forcing himself to stroke his own cock. The sooner this was over, the better, and Doffy always loved to watch him touch himself. The slapping of Doffy’s thighs against his ass was harsh and consistent, sharp hip bones jutted out and stabbed into his skin - always leaving bruises. He forced his eyes open, and immediately wished he hadn’t.
Doffy, his brother, above him. His face pinched in bliss, eyebrows knitted together and the veins in his forehead bulging as sweat trickled over them. Teeth, sharp and perfectly straight, were gritted together, bared as if he were some sort of feral animal. Right now, he might as well have been. He wished he hadn’t looked.
Rosinante came with a sharp yell, erupting over his fist as errant strings of cum shot up his abdomen, some of them landing so far as his chest and collarbones. He was surprised at the force and volume of his orgasm, after the amount Doffy had already swallowed.
Watching his perfect, beautiful baby brother defile himself with his own cum sent Doffy over the edge, as well. He sat up slightly, adjusting his hips to a better angle so he could pound Rosinante’s abused, burning hole as hard as he possibly could, making Rosi squeak with pain even throughout the aftershocks of his orgasm.
“Nasty, sick little slut,” Doffy snarled through gritted teeth, fucking Rosinante into the mattress with abandon. All semblance of affection or care always slipped away from Doffy when he was like this, and he snarled cruel words that plunged daggers into Rosinante’s heart every time he heard them. “Fucking cumming all over yourself from your brother’s cock…” Rosi cried out in pain as the thrusts became impossibly harder, faster, more brutal. He clawed at Doflamingo’s chest, silently begging him to stop. “Fucked up little whore-!”
Doffy’s brutish hands lifted Rosinante’s hips off the bed completely and he buried himself as deep as he could possibly go - deeper than Rosinante could take. He screamed and thrashed and writhed against his brother’s hold, but all he was in Doffy’s mind in that moment was a doll, a cocksleeve to empty himself into with a disgustingly lecherous moan. He fucked Rosinante through his orgasm with deep, shallow, punching thrusts until he’d completely emptied himself, and then he fell forward, slumping onto Rosinante’s trembling body with an exhausted huff.
The two of them stayed like that for what felt like hours, with Doffy’s heaving, trembling body suffocating Rosi and pinning him to the mattress, unable to do anything but cry quietly. After a while, Doffy exhaled a long, satisfied sigh. His body relaxed completely, almost as if he was trying to melt into Rosinante, to assimilate into his skin, before he finally rolled off of him with a quiet groan.
Rosinante didn’t move a muscle, even as Doffy sat up and reached for the nightstand, snatching up his bottle of wine and downing the rest of it in several long gulps. He tossed the bottle to the floor, wiped his chin with the back of his hand, and pulled the mussed covers back over his and his brother’s bodies. Sighing contentedly, he rolled Rosi onto his side, facing away from him, and curled around his trembling body. Soft butterfly kisses were sprinkled on the nape of his neck, his shoulders, the shell of his ears and his earlobes. As if that would make it any better.
Finally satisfied, Doffy nuzzled his nose into the soft, curly hair on the back of Rosinante’s head, breathing in his scent. “Vete a dormir, mi amor,” he purred, wrapping his arms around Rosinante and holding him close. “Te amo, mi corazón.”