salt skin;

[F2F] On Display

Hunter could feel how hard Luna was against the outside of his thigh, the thought exciting him further. His body felt like it was humming from serving out the punishment, his broad palm warm and large as he rested it against Luna’s burning hot backside. The welts he’d made were standing out in in perfect red stripes, and he could feel the raised flesh against his hand. “You are, aren’t you?” he asked softly, his touch gentle as he continued to caress his twin’s backside. “You’re so ready for me.”

Entirely deliberately, he moved his thigh, nudging teasingly at Luna’s erection. “But good boys are patient, little brother,” he continued. “And good boys know that they’re supposed to wait.” Hunter himself was quite hard by now, the proximity of his twin on his lap and the scent of his skin rising from his body in waves. He didn’t think he’d ever wanted anything more than he had in this moment, and with visible effort he gathered himself, drawing back his hand and smacking Luna sharply across the buttocks.

He didn’t order his twin to count them out; he didn’t need to hear the numbers this time. Not when he used his hand. It kept them connected during the punishment, the warmth radiating from his palm as he smacked the other man again and again, his hand stinging with the force of each impact. Hunter’s mind was focused entirely on the singular task of reddening Luna’s backside, his broad palm covering each area with complete efficiency. If it had been hot before, it was burning now, and without warning Hunter gentled his touch at the last spanking, stroking down Luna’s ass and cupping a pert handful. “Had enough?”

Luna's body shook at the touch of his brother's hand on his behind, a hitch in his breath audible as he continued to balance himself in an effort to please the dominant. He hummed gently, craving nothing more than for Hunter to spread him apart and take him before all of the prodding eyes. He needed his brother. He wanted him. "Yes, sir" he whimpered, shutting his eyes tight and nodding his head. He needed to be patient. Good boys were patient. He grunted as he was smacked once again, clenching his fists as he trailed off into a soft moan.

At each smack, he could feel his skin growing hotter. It was as if he could feel his flesh getting redder and redder each time his hand made contact. He could almost feel himself slipping deeper into the state of bliss he craved during each spanking, but he did what he could to stave it off. When the last spanking finally came, he was already panting and doing his best to stop his hips from moving against the dominant. In response to his brother's question, he sighed out "I never have enough of you, sir. I always want more of whatever you want to give me. Always." Despite everything clouding his judgement, Luna knew what he was saying. He was completely and utterly aware of what he was confessing in front of everyone in the room around them. He wanted more from Hunter. In fact, he needed more from him.

"I need more..." he breathed, opening his eyes and looking up at the other male from the corner of them.

#f2f: on display

[F2F] On Display

“Good." There was pride in Hunter’s voice, clear to anyone who could hear him, and he leaned forward and kissed his twin’s mouth firmly. The gesture was completely unabashed and he felt no shame in doing this, in rewarding his brother this way, because he knew in his heart of hearts that Luna wanted it every bit as much as he did. He didn’t linger too long but it certainly wasn’t chaste, not with the way Hunter parted his brother’s mouth and deepened the kiss before releasing him.

He said nothing as he pulled away, but the heat in his gaze was clear. His fingers were like a brand on Luna’s skin, heat radiating from his palm before he moved away, walking to the restraints and letting him down slowly onto the floor. The chair was already set up for him and Hunter dragged it over, grasping Luna by his bound wrists and leading him towards it. “On my lap,” he said, as he took a seat. “Lay across it, little brother.”

The chair was large enough for the both of them, though having Luna lay crosswise against his lap would ensure that he’d be hanging rather precariously over the sides. Not to mention the fact that having his hands still bound would make balancing difficult, but Hunter knew that his twin would make every effort to make it work. It was time for his spanking now, after all, and he’d have to earn it.

#f2f: on display #hc #lunter

Luna's eyes widened as his brother kissed him, he was more than surprised that Hunter was doing this in front of everyone that was watching their demonstration. He quickly returned it though, despite the fact that he was sure some of the students were probably shocked by the display they were receiving. When the kiss was broken, his lips felt naked and swollen and all he wanted was for their mouths to meet again in a filthier way that would make all of the people surrounding them embarrassed at the sight. He opened his eyes and watched his brother moving away from him, a low whine falling from his mouth although he made sure it sounded much less like a protest than it was. He certainly didn't want to put more punishment between now and his orgasm.

The submissive stood with slight difficulty, but willed himself to stand up straight and wait for the next order. He watched as the chair was dragged over before he was pulled towards it like a horse on a lead, eyes focusing on the ground so he could walk properly towards the chair. Luna laid across Hunter as soon as he was told, pursing his lips together and presenting his ass to his brother without a second thought. Were he fully conscious to the situation, he would feel incredibly embarrassed albeit aroused by the fact that he was laying on his brother whilst naked.

He balanced his body the best he could, holding his hands out in front of him as if he were still being held up by a hook, despite the hook being his imagination and the only thing keeping him afloat on his brother's lap was sheer willpower. "I'm ready, sir" he whispered.

[F2F] On Display

“Good." And now Hunter didn’t bother to keep his voice quiet, the pride in his tone clear for the whole room to hear. He could see the effect that he was having on his twin, could feel the shiver that ran through his body as Hunter touched him. Part of him knew that he should be upset with himself for putting Luna through this, but he couldn’t. Not when it was clearly affecting him as much as it was Hunter. He pressed against a welt harder, thumbing at the raised skin. "Everything, little moon," he promised. It was the first time he’d used his nickname in the middle of a scene and not just during aftercare, but it felt as natural as breathing. "You’ll have everything you need."

Finally stepping away, Hunter raised the whip, cracking it sharply against Luna’s ass. True to his word, he delivered five neat blows, concentrating the stinging lashes against his twin’s upper thighs and backside. He didn’t touch Luna’s back, and by the time Hunter was done, there was layer upon layer of red welts standing out in relief on his rounded cheeks. He took his time putting the whip aside, letting his twin catch his breath before stepping around to face him. Hunter moved close enough so that he could wrap an arm around Luna’s waist, completely unabashed by his twin’s nudity as he cupped an undoubtedly sore buttock and kneaded it gently.

"Are you still with me?" he asked, gaze deep and searching.

A whispered, desperate 'fuck' fell from his lips as he felt his brother press his thumb against his sensitive skin, cock jumping up at the pain that almost felt like pleasure in his slight blissful state. He was still aware, having not slipped into subspace just yet since he wanted to be conscious when Hunter allowed him to come. He wanted to come for his brother and be alert while doing so. Luna whined at the nickname, wanting to bury himself into the dominant when he called him that, associating it with aftercare and the beginning of something entirely different from what they were doing right now. He didn't doubt that Hunter would be able to give him everything he needed, and more, and he definitely wasn't going to now with the way his brother was promising to him he'd receive all he needed.

An animal-like growl came from him as he was whipped again, trailing off into a number so he wouldn't have to start all over again. He kept his count up and finally he was able to sigh out the last number with relief, his body relaxing as he caught his breath. As he felt the other male wrap his arm around him, he hummed happily and craved to wrap his arms around his brother to touch and feel him against his body. He gasped as his cheek was touched and squeezed, whimpering and moving just slightly away from his hand.

"Yesss" he mewled, looking down at Hunter and biting his bottom lip.

[F2F] On Display

"Good boy," Hunter said, his voice just loud enough for Luna’s ears. He was pleased at the response, at the way his twin pleaded for more, and though he knew that the others wouldn’t understand rewarding him for taking one simple lash, he wanted to let Luna know anyway. Pulling back his arm, he quickly delivered three more lashes against his twin’s upper thighs and ass, breathing quickening slightly as the marks began to grow redder. He was gradually increasing the force behind the lashes, the whip making a sharp cracking sound every time it hit.

Each swat landed with three individual stripes, and by the fourth blow, Luna’s backside was quite red. “Five left, little brother,” he said softly, pausing to run his hand against the curve of his ass. The first time he’d done this, Luna had come rather abruptly. His skin felt hot to the touch, welts already rising from the whip. Hunter wanted nothing more than to put him over his lap and finish with his hand, to feel each mark that he’d left under his palm, but he reminded himself to be patient. “You want me to finish all ten, don’t you?” he asked. His fingertips strayed a little further down, breath catching as he fingered a particularly harsh welt that was dipping between his cheeks. “You want to be a good boy for me, to show me how well you can take everything that I want to give you.”

A soft whimper escaped his throat as he was praised, shaking slightly as a cold chill run up and down his spine. He loved being praised by Hunter so much, feeling intoxicated by it every time he was told how good he was or how good he was being. Luna keened out the numbers as three more swats met his skin, heat radiating off of them and pulsating through his body. He clenched and unclenched his toes at the pain, breathing softly as he took a small break before another hit came and he cried out the number. He could only imagine what his skin looked like, wondering if it was just as bad as he was thinking or if he was over-exaggerating just slightly. He was pulled from his thoughts, though, by the feel of his brother's hand on his ass along with his voice.

"Yes, sir" he muttered, voice far more hoarse than it had been just a moment ago. It apparently hadn't taken much for his throat to become raw and used, but he wasn't complaining. Oh God, yes. Luna's body shuddered at Hunter's words, sensing the seductive undertone beneath the dominant tone. He wanted nothing more than for his twin to finish with the whip and use his hands on him in any way, shape, or form that pleased him. Luna wanted to please Hunter above all else. "Yes. I want to be the best boy for you and take all you're willing to give me."

"Please, give it to me, sir" he breathed.

[F2F] On Display

"Good," Hunter said, pulling away. When he returned to Luna, it was with the whip in hand, the braided material stiff in his hands. The end was divided into three tails, and it made a whooshing sound as he flicked his wrist experimentally in the air. It was the same whip that he’d used on his twin before, and he knew that Luna didn’t particularly like it. He also knew, however, that the challenge of taking it would make his submission all the sweeter.

"I want you to count out each lash and ask me nicely for the next one," he said, caressing the braided knots in his hand. "If you lose count, we’ll begin again. Do you understand me?" He waited for Luna to respond before stepping back the appropriate distance, hefting the whip in his hand. He was better at this now, given how much practice he’d had over the last week. He was better at distributing the lashes evenly, and he was better at controlling how hard it would eventually hit. Pulling back his arm, Hunter sent the whip across Luna’s backside, the soft crack of the three braids sounding loudly in the otherwise quiet room. It was only a warm-up just to get Luna started, but the lash nevertheless left three diagonal red stripes against his ass.

Luna flexed his fingers and unclenched them at the sight of the whip, his stomach dropping low as he remembered the stinging the whip would leave behind on his skin as it bit at the sensitive flesh of his ass. He hated the memory and shivered as he felt the pain before it was even administered. He couldn't help but flinch when he heard the whoosh, expecting the discomfort to follow, although it didn't. He visibly relaxed just slightly as he figured out that the feeling wouldn't be coming for a little while.

His head leaned back as he shut his eyes while his brother walked behind him and out of his sight. "I understand, sir" he gulped, his slow breathing now picking up pace as he squeezed his eye shut to prepare himself for the torture that was to come. The sound that filled his ears that made him flinch was absolutely nothing compared to the stinging that was now radiating from where it'd struck his skin. "One!" he cried, his voice much louder in volume than he'd expected it to be. "Please, more, sir."

[F2F] On Display

When Hunter turned back to Luna after tying off the rope, he was unsurprised to find him aroused. The fact that he’d orgasmed when he first punished him was no longer unusual, and Hunter was growing used to seeing his twin in this state. The knowledge of how being Dominated gave Luna pleasure did nothing to assuage his own desires, though, and Hunter quickly stepped around his twin, laying a palm flat on the small of his back. “You’re not allowed to come until I give you permission,” he said, his voice quiet but authoritative. This was the first time he’d given his brother an order directly related to sexual release, as usually Hunter just let him do what came naturally after he’d finished the scene. But there were other Dominants in the room, and he wanted to be seen as completely in control.

His fingers slid to Luna’s hip, digging slightly into the flesh of it as he stepped closer towards him. He could feel the heat of his brother’s bare skin as he pressed against his back, his breath gusting across the nape of his neck. “You’ll be getting the whip today, and then my hand,” Hunter said. “And if you’re very, very good, I’ll let you come afterwards.” The Dominant inside of him was in full control now; even his breathing was carefully measured, his eyes now unabashedly devouring every part of his twin’s form. He moved around to face Luna, reaching out to tilt his chin up so he could look into his eyes. “You’re going to be a good boy for me today, aren’t you?”

A low growl came from the back of his throat at the order, both from surprise and frustration although he was nowhere near coming just yet. Hunter had never told him something like that before, but the submissive inside him really enjoyed the order far more than he should have. It was the first time that the dominant had taken control of every part of Luna. Of course he already had control over every other part of him, but taking away his freedom to come was something new. "Understood, sir" he replied, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth and sucking gently at it in anticipation.

A small stinging came from his hip as his brother's nails dug into his skin, a soft moan escaping him as he released his lip with a shiver as his breath tickled his flesh. Luna could barely hold the noise of protest back, but somehow managed to, as his twin mentioned using the whip on him. While he loved the feeling of the belt, relished in the feeling it left behind, he wasn't as big of a fan of the whip. They'd only used it once before and while he'd made it through, it had been just barely. He wondered if, because of what had happened, that was why Hunter said he would be using his hand as well, but had no further thoughts as he was pulled away by a question from the dominant. "Of course, sir. I'll be the best boy."

[F2F] On Display

"Hold out your hands to me," Hunter said. "Keep your wrists and forearms together." He waited until his twin followed his orders, trying not to stare too hard at his nude form. Hunter had never been uptight about nudity before, but lately… He didn’t know if it was the scenes that they’d been doing together or just the fact that he kept finding Luna in his bed at night, but Hunter had found himself aroused by his twin more than once. He tried not to think about it, about wanting the innocent kisses that Luna sometimes gave him to turn into more, but when faced with situations like this, it was obviously a challenge.

He kept his eyes on Luna’s face as he bound him, working an intricate pattern of knots from his wrist and binding him tightly up to the elbow. Hunter had been learning this form of bondage since last week, and he’d realized that he was taking a shine to it. It had been something to keep his mind off of Luna, at the very least, and a dull flush was starting to stain his cheeks as he finished. “Raise your arms above your head.” He ran his fingers over the knots, trailing up Luna’s bare arms and resting lightly on his shoulders. There was a hook above them, and Hunter released his grip on his twin so that he could hook the remainder of the rope above it, effectively raising Luna’s arms and keeping him in place.

He immediately did as he was told, holding his hands out to his brother while holding his arms together. He inhaled deeply as the rope touched his skin, a familiar tingling starting in his body as he stood there and allowed his brother to tie him up. It had taken a little bit of work, but he was way less afraid of rope now, especially if Hunter was the one using it on him, and it was easier to tie him up for scenes now that he was used to it. His eyelids fluttered shut as his brother continued to bind him with the rope, the smell filling his nostrils with a strange yet familiar scent.

As soon as he was finished, his eyes opened and he looked towards his brother, awaiting further instructions. Luna slowly raised his arms up as he was told, groaning softly as he was raised up just slightly. There was no way to hide his forming erection now nor was there any way to hide the look on his face that gave away the submissive's obvious lust towards the dominant who was before him. No one had ever watched Luna during a scene besides officials to make sure the two of them stayed in tune with each other and nothing went wrong, but this was different. Foreign eyes were plastered to his body, seeing all his shame and arousal without censor. He was exposed. And part of him found it incredibly intoxicating.

[F2F] On Display

It had been over a week since the first time they’d done this, and if Hunter could spare a moment to think about what was going on between he and Luna, he would be extremely disturbed. As it was, however, he found that the only way he could cope with the scenes that he was required to do with his brother was not to think about it and to let the Dominant inside of him take control.

He felt like a different person when he was doing these scenes— whether it was binding Luna or ‘punishing’ him— and it was easier to let that person take over. That way, he didn’t have to think about his parents or the look on their faces when they saw him, of how disappointed they’d be that he hadn’t yet gotten Luna out of this hellhole.

It was one such scene that he found himself in the middle of, a length of jute rope heavy in his hands. It was getting to be familiar to him, which both frightened and excited him, and there was a scattering of other Doms and subs watching them from the far end of the room. Apparently they’d been good enough to be used as an example for the others, and now Hunter was expected to… show the others what he could do to his twin. A mild flush had come across his skin as he looked at Luna, meeting his twin’s gaze. “Strip.”

Luna wasn't exactly sure what switch had been flipped between them to erase all the years they'd been apart, but it seemed as if the first scene between them had been just the trick. Rather than just avoiding his brother's eye contact and such altogether, Luna had taken to getting closer to him and even sleeping in Hunter's bed whenever he felt like it. Although, he often felt the guilt radiating off his brother in waves that seemed intent on bothering Luna and his desire to be as close as possible to his twin. He mostly ignored it, but would occasionally try and reassure the dominant that it was all consensual and he wasn't hurting him.

He looked at the students staring at him, as if undressing him already with their eyes. Part of him was nervous about being nude in front of more than the officials and his brother, but another part of him was incredibly excited by the prospect. The submissive turned his head away from them, though, when he heard his brother's ordering voice. His body shuddered at the sound before he unbuttoned his shirt and went on to his jeans, folding the clothes and putting them in the designated area. He hadn't worn underwear, feeling as if it were pretty pointless to wear them since he was going to be taking them off anyway. "Sir?" he inquired, standing nude before him and waiting patiently for his next orders to come.

[F2F] So Heavy In Your Arms

[It was hard for Hunter to reconcile the fact that his brother had needed what he’d done to him, but Luna was insistent. What could he do but accept it? The years he’d gone without seeing him had clearly changed him, or perhaps it was merely his old self coming to a point that Hunter should have seen coming but didn’t. Either way, the fingers against his nape were reassuring, and Hunter found himself nodding.]

…fine. At least… let me help you get back to the room. [It had been a confusing day, and the rush of adrenaline leaving his body was confusing him. Hunter didn’t feel like much of a Dominant right now, but Luna was still his brother and he was still going to protect him if he could. Even if it was from the lashes that he himself had inflicted.]

[He let Luna slip his hand into his, their fingers interlocked. Hunter held onto it tightly, resting his forehead against his twin’s before pulling away. There would be time to examine what had gone over him later; for now, he just wanted to wrap himself around his brother and rest.]

#f2f: heavy in your arms #lunter #hc #// reblogging for the end

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[F2F] So Heavy In Your Arms

[If the guilt of what he’d just done made him ache, the kiss was like a balm that soothed him of every pain. It was over too soon, though, and Hunter barely even had the chance to register that it had happened before Luna was dressing and leaving the room. Dazed, Hunter stepped past the woman and her guards, her knowing smile haunting him as he left the room. They would be talking about what had just happened, he knew that, but at the moment he didn’t care. All he cared about was Luna, and he was already halfway down the hall before Hunter caught up to him.]

Luna, wait. Please.

[His fingers took hold of his twin’s forearm, sliding down to grip his wrist tightly.] Don’t run away, little moon. [There was no one else in the hallway and Hunter held his brother fast, half bracketing him against the wall with his other hand.]

I don’t— I’m still trying to figure out what just happened. But please— please don’t be scared of me. I’m not going to hurt you, I swear to god. I’ll never lay a hand on you again. [Hunter looked desperately into his eyes, trying to convey his sorrow. Luna had said that he’d wanted it, but why had he run? Had he come to his senses and been disgusted by what Hunter had done to him? The thought made him sick to his stomach.]

[He stopped for but a moment when he was told to wait, pausing for a mere second, resuming his stride afterwards and trying to make it back to their room before he was stopped by the firm grip from the other male. He turned to look up at him for a moment, lips pursed with a glare plastered in his eyes that soon turned to shock as he was blocked by his brother's other arm.]

I'm not scared of you. [Luna muttered, staring at Hunter for a while.] You think that's what I want? For you to never touch me again? How can you even think that? Hunter, I asked for you to give me therapy spanks. I needed that. It's so much better than hurting myself like I used to as a means to bring myself back to reality after having a panic attack when my medicine didn't work. You saying that you're never going to do that again is just saying 'you can go back to your old trainer when that happens'. [He inhaled deeply then, bringing his hand up to wrap his fingers around the nape of Hunter's neck as a way to hold his head into place.] Listen to me. I would rather do that with you than anyone here because I know you're not going to hurt me. It's why I asked you. It's why I told you that's what I wanted from you.

[The younger of the two pulled back then, taking his wrist back from his brother and lacing their fingers together.] Let's just go rest. You look nauseous and I'm tired...

[F2F] So Heavy In Your Arms

[Hunter’s fingers were still tingling from where Luna had kissed them, his mouth opening and shutting with no sound coming from within. He was dizzy with the weight of what he’d done, watching numbly as the trainer gave his twin water. He was still wrapped around Luna and his brother was returning every gesture, each point of contact making Hunter burn.]

For… for beating you…? [The room could’ve been empty for all the Hunter paid attention to anything but what was held in the circle of his arms. The most important thing in his world was in front of him; everything else did not exist.]

Why would you thank me for that? [The kiss against his cheek made Hunter shiver, his body still humming with the final vestiges of adrenaline as it ebbed from him. He adjusted the arms that held Luna so tightly, one hand curling around his brother’s nape. Look at me.]

I hurt you. I shouldn’t have, but I did. Luna… I’m so sorry. [He had enjoyed it, hadn’t he? Hunter could lie to everyone, including himself, but in the face of his brother’s naked gaze, he couldn’t.] I don’t— I don’t know what came over me.

[His forehead was bowed so closely against his brother’s, the act seeming to keep their conversation only to their own ears. But in truth, all Hunter wanted was to be close to his twin, to feel his soft exhales against his cheek, the heat rising from his flushed skin. He wanted to be close to him, to take care of him, to keep him to himself.]

[Mine. The thought came to him unbidden, and it wasn’t voiced aloud but it made him clutch at Luna tighter, his breath growing ragged against his twin’s temple.] I— We should go back to our room. [But Hunter made no move to stand, merely sat there and held him like a boy with a beloved pet.]

[Luna stared at his brother for a long moment when he spoke, looking into his eyes and searching them fora hint of a joke or anything to say he didn't really think he'd hurt him.] No... [He replied, sitting up and looking at him straight in the face with narrowed eyes.] You didn't beat me. It's not... It's not like that, Hunter. It's kind of like... therapy. It's even called "therapy spanking". It releases built up tension.

[He almost couldn't believe his twin thought that he'd actually hurt him like that. Sure, it stung and sitting would be a tad uncomfortable, but he hadn't beat him. There was no beating involved and even if there had been, Luna had consented. He wanted it, so why was Hunter acting this way?] Because you helped me. You were a good big brother and you helped me. Why wouldn't I thank you for that? [The younger of the two brought his hands up slowly then, resting them on either side of his twin's face and staring at him for a long time.]

No. Shh. [Guilt rose in his stomach as he listened to how horrible his brother felt about the situation, but there didn't seem to be a way to make him understand that it was what he'd wanted. What he'd needed.] Hunter, look at me. I asked you for this. I told you what I needed and you gave it to me. You... You were so amazing. I didn't even have to see you to know that.

[Slowly, Luna leaned in then, eyes flicking down to Hunter's lips for a moment before his met them. It was gentle and over far too soon for the younger twin's taste, but he had pulled away as soon as he'd realized what he was doing. It was one thing to do scenes with his brother, but... Kissing him was something else entirely. Sure, they'd kissed before, but only in ways that one would deem childish affection. This, however, was not childish nor would affectionate be a word to describe it.]

Yeah... We should. [He mumbled, reluctantly pulling himself from his brother's embrace and walking over to grab his clothes once more. He pursed his lips together as the fabric rubbed along his sore skin, but said nothing and instead took the salve he was offered before making his way out of the room and down the hall as fast as one could after crashing from subspace. Sometimes, his stupidity impressed him.]

[F2F] So Heavy In Your Arms

[At the trainer’s words, Hunter found himself stiffening in shock. He’d been so lost in what they were doing that he’d forgotten they were even being watched. But no sooner had the words left the man’s lips than Luna stiffened under his touch, shaking and orgasming before sliding down the table and onto the floor. In shock, Hunter stared at him for a moment before springing to action, desperately trying to remember what the instructional materials had said. He dropped to his knees, gathering his twin into his arms as the belt dropped from his stiff fingers.]

[He was mesmerized by the flush permeating Luna’s entire body, one hand wrapped around his twin’s waist as he cradled him to his chest. The other had reached up to tug at his blindfold, but Hunter had been bypassed by the shape of his mouth, the curve of the reddened lips that had, bare minutes ago, been moaning in pleasure. Hunter didn’t know what the hell had gotten into him— into them both— but he couldn’t deny the arousal that was thrumming in his veins, the sharp ache of lust that was making him shiver as much as Luna was. He touched his twin’s mouth with the pad of his index finger, struck by how helpless, how utterly fucking pliant he was in his arms.]

[A memory flashed across his mind: Luna, at seven years old, tripping in the backyard and sobbing over a scrape. Hunter had held him then, wrapping arms around his little brother and trying to quiet him. But it had been innocent then, hadn’t it? Not like now, when all Hunter wanted was naked and spent in his arms.]

[The thought made him sick. What had he done? What had he let the institute make him do? He moved his hand so he could tug the blindfold off, dropping it to the floor as he cradled Luna in his arms. He was still naked but the way Hunter was touching him now was chaste. Safe.]

I have you, little moon. I have you. [The desperate words were all he had. He turned stricken, guilt-laden eyes to the woman and her attack dog, and she smiled in response. It was all teeth.]

"Very good, Mr. Clarington. It appears you’ve earned your break."

[The younger of the two leaned into his brother's arms when he was taken into them, relaxing into his touch and enjoying the familiarity while it still lasted. He attempted to open his eyes, but was only met by darkness as the blindfold still rested over his vision. He didn't mind though as he recognized the touch whilst still deep in the haze of subspace. It wasn't often that he found himself like this, but when he did, he loved the feeling more than anything. Automatically, he pressed a kiss to Hunter's finger as it danced along his swollen lips.]

[Slowly his panting transitioned to slower breaths, body still coming down from the intensity of it all as he was held close like a precious jewel that needed protecting. He could barely remember the last time he'd been held so tight and lovingly.]

[As his blindfold was removed, he moaned gently at the brightness that seemed to attack his eyes before leaning in and burying his face away in his neck.] Too bright... [He whimpered, wrapping an arm around his brother lazily.]

"Luna."

[Luna turned his head and looked up reluctantly as his name was called, pouting slightly before noticing that he was being given water to drink. He glanced at his brother for a moment before leaning forward and tilting his head back as he always did when his trainer gave him water after a scene. He drank it slowly, closing his eyes and finishing up the bottle before nodding that it was enough and moving back to Hunter's embrace.]

Big sky... [He whispered, leaning up and kissing him gently on the cheek.] Thank you.

[F2F] So Heavy In Your Arms

[The breathy sound of his brother’s voice sent a shot of fierce pride rippling through Hunter, and he snapped the belt in his hands as he stepped away. He’d never done this with a person before, and he wondered if the ‘give’ of the leather on the other end would feel the same when it rippled across the material. The first lash wasn’t too hard, the strap falling with a sharp smack against Luna’s upper thighs. Hunter gasped when he saw the brief red mar his skin; the strike had been experimental, but the result was clear.]

[Rather than deter him, however, Hunter raised his hand and the leather snapped again, this time landing a diagonal stripe across Luna’s backside. It bloomed a darker red this time, and he felt his blood thrum in answer to the mark. It was beautiful, wasn’t it? He’d never realized it before, never really cared about the images depicting the men and women writhing on the screen. This was Luna. Luna. His brother. His blood. And he was… stunning.]

[His breathing had grown ragged as he stared down at the submissive (and that was what he was, wasn’t he?) before him, the muscle on his forearm standing out in stark relief. Hunter drew back his arm and let fly the leather once more, then again, and again, until he’d distributed ten lashes against Luna’s pale flesh. He wasn’t an expert by any means; he tried to distribute the marks evenly, but more often than not he landed against the same spot, until one red stripe across Luna’s ass was standing out in stark relief.]

[By the time Hunter stopped to breathe, he was shaking, adrenaline coursing through him as he reached out a trembling hand. To what? Even he couldn’t say for sure. All he knew was that he wanted, needed to touch Luna right now, to feel the heat of his skin against his palm, to assure himself that he was real.]

Luna. Luna. [He couldn’t believe the sound of his own voice. It was barely above a murmur but he could recognize what it was heavy with when he heard it: desire. The belt was still clutched in his right hand and so Hunter touched him with his left, splaying his fingers against Luna’s bare ass and cupping the heated skin.]

[To say Luna felt incredible would be quite the understatement, but there seemed to be no word to describe just how he felt in this situation as he felt eyes on him, but none more intense than his brother's as he felt him boring into his nude form. A soft moan came from him at the sound of the cracking belt, knowing just what would be coming next and anticipating it eagerly and patiently before he finally felt it snap against his skin. The sound that came from the submissive couldn't be mistaken for anything as it was clear and pure as a sound of ecstasy. A sound that he had not even made for his trainer when they did this. The adults surrounding the two seemed surprised by the sound, but they said nothing as they watched the boys with piqued interest.]

[He groaned with each lash, wanting to lay on the table and take each one like a good boy, but he had been ordered to stay a certain way and he would until he couldn't stay that way any longer. With each strike, he could feel himself slipping further away from reality, space and time expanding and contracting around him as if he were just a mere speck in existence. At ten, he slipped under into his special place, body going limp over the table as the rest of him reacted to the radiating pain that it seemed to process as pleasure.]

[He tried his best to react when his name was called, but he couldn't seem to form the words and instead whimpered in response.]

"He's in subspace. Don't worry. He'll come down eventually but, for now, he can't answer you properly or take care of himself. It's your job to take care of him when he's like this... But you already knew that, didn't you?"

[Luna's body seized when Hunter touched him, keening as he came without having his shaft touched. He panted as his seed dripped from him like water from a faucet onto the floor, his abdomen clenching along with his fists. It was then that his body decided it could no longer keep itself up on his legs and slid down to the floor in a heap.]

[F2F] So Heavy In Your Arms

[If someone had told Hunter that he’d be having his estranged twin on his knees and presenting him with cuffs and asking him to beat him, he would have laughed in his face. As it was, the entire situation felt surreal to him. He could see himself taking the cuffs and the blindfold from Luna, his hands grasping them as if they were weightless. There was no way he would’ve given the trainer the chance to dominate his twin, not given what Luna had selected, and there was a hard glint in Hunter’s eyes as he started at the trainer across the room. He didn’t say anything, but the message was clear: don’t touch my brother.]

[He ran a hand through his hair as pocketed the blindfold briefly, snapping the cuffs around Luna’s wrists. There was a table a few feet to his right and he looked down at his twin, touching the cold metal where it was beginning to warm against his brother’s skin. There was a lump in his throat when he released him, and Hunter stepped around him, taking the blindfold from his pocket and pulling it taut between his fingers. His back was to the woman and the trainer and it was easy to pretend they weren’t there; he was so focused on Luna that he was all he could see, from the top of his tousled hair to the soles of his feet.]

[Hunter was standing so close to him that he could feel the heat rising from his skin, and he didn’t even pretend to hide the touch against his twin’s muscled shoulder. He squeezed gently, almost reverently, before placing the blindfold over Luna’s eyes and tying it deftly.]

Stand.

[The voice that came from his lips was alien. He almost couldn’t believe it was his, and he held his blindfolded twin by the wrists and tugged him towards the table.]

Put your hands flat on the table in front of you and lean forward. Put your weight on it if you have to.

[There was a clink of metal as he undid his belt buckle, pulling the strip of leather from his waist. Part of Hunter was aghast at what he was about to do, but another part, a larger part— was disgustingly excited. His pulse was racing as he took his place behind his brother, his hard gaze riveted to the expanse of flesh in front of him. His. All his.]

Are you ready, Luna?

[His body buzzed gently as he felt his brother place the handcuffs on him, snapping the cool metal around his wrists and shivering as his body heat moved to warm it up. He loved this. Excitement already seeped through his body as if being carried by the blood in his veins at each beat of his heart. He could get addicted to this feeling, if anyone allowed him to. He loved this. Who knew that when being restrained like this, he could feel so at ease and free? It had to be that it was Hunter.]

[Luna wanted to moan as he felt the touch of Hunter's flesh upon his own, touching him and giving his shoulder a squeeze before his vision was shrouded by the blindfold, but kept his noise of pleasure at bay in his throat. He would save it for later.]

Yes, sir.

[The moment he stood, he could feel his heart picking up speed in his chest as the anticipation slowly replaced his excitement slightly, although not completely. The submissive who was no longer on his insides was completely exposed now and was being led to the table by the dominant's strong hands. He trusted his brother completely and followed his lead and orders without hesitation or hint of it.]

[He bent over the table, setting his hands flat on the table and 'looking' forward despite not seeing anything. A soft gasp came from him as he listened to the sound of his brother's belt clinking as it was undone. Senses heightened after having his sight taken away. If there was anything that Luna loved the sound of, it would have to be the the sound a belt makes when being undone, but it sounded to incredible to his ears when he knew that the belt belonged to his big brother. A sinful feeling that he couldn't shake filled his body and at Hunter's question, he couldn't stop the groan.]

Yes, sir. I'm ready. Please...

[F2F] So Heavy In Your Arms

As I please? [Hunter’s voice was a faint murmur as he stared down at his brother in horror, but there was something radiating in his chest that wasn’t quite so painful. There was a fierce spike of pride inside of him, something entirely wrong but there nonetheless. When he’d been made to watch the instructional materials, Hunter honestly couldn’t care less. Beyond the understandable confusion and distaste at the sight, he was unmoved. But now, with his brother naked and kneeling in front of him… He wanted to.]

[The realization came to Hunter like a kick in the stomach, and he was too aghast at the notion to even think to mask his emotions. His attention was focused solely on Luna— stunning in his submission— and so he missed the triumphant smirk on the woman’s lips. She nodded at the trainer while Hunter stood motionless, and the other man took a step in the opposite direction, drawing back a curtain against a section of wall like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat.]

"You know what these are, don’t you?" [There was a wide array of tools lining the far wall, some that Hunter had been introduced to in the days before, and others still that were unfamiliar to him. He tore his gaze away from Luna, his hand halfway to his brother’s tousled head before he pulled it away as if burned.]

You— you can’t make me.

[But his voice was uncertain, and the trainer shrugged.] “Of course not. No one makes a Dominant do anything. You have a choice today, Hunter. Either you take your brother in hand and get yourselves a break, or I do it, and we advance Luna tomorrow.” [The other man reached out to touch a whip handle, the black leather shining dully in the light.] ”Come here, Luna. Show your brother which tool you like best, and bring it to him.”

As you please, sir. [He replied, body shivering at the thought of what that could possibly involve. He was offering himself to his big brother like it was nothing. As if it wasn't something that would be frowned upon in modern society. If they were back "home", there was no way this would go on in public. It would be hidden, buried away like a disgusting secret that needed nobody dare said aloud. But this wasn't their old society and Luna wanted this. He wanted to be trained by Hunter while the other male trained himself.]

[Luna's heart felt as if it had stopped when he saw the tools being revealed from the corner of his eye, doing everything he could to hold back to groan of excitement or the stuttering of his hips as they mimicked the last time one of those tools had been used on him during play. The tingling of his skin and the mere thought of any of those things being used on him by his brother was enough to drive Luna mad. He panted, turning his head slightly to watch the two men interact as he waited patiently for his next orders from either of them.]

[Finally, the booming voice of his former trainer rang in his ears and the submissive looked up eagerly. He stood when he was motioned to and made his way over towards him, biting his lip nervously.] May... May I choose more than one, sir?

"Choose as many as you'd like, Luna. Show your big brother how to take care of you after you've had an attack."

[The younger twin nodded slowly, reaching forward and grasping the handcuffs that rested upon the table along with a blindfold before making his way over to his brother and getting down on his knees before him.] Sir... I would like you to use these items on me and... [He swallowed hard as he felt his face turning a slight pink as he looked up into Hunter's eyes.] I would like you to use your belt to spank me.

[F2F] So Heavy In Your Arms

[Hunter didn’t know where to look first; at his brother kneeling before him or at the woman who was so clearly toying with them. But Luna had pulled away from him of his own volition, going to one of the trainers and getting to his knees before him. Hunter felt a burst of anger in his chest at the sight, his fists clenching automatically.]

What I’m… learning? [His voice came out strangled, hoarse, and he looked down at his brother with flushed cheeks. His mind’s eyes flashed to the countless videos that they’d been made to watch, the ghost memory of the whip he’d held in his hand impressing itself into his fingers. He’d never hit a person with it before. Their trainer had given them ‘tools’ to touch, to practice with, but only on dummies. Hunter had never even seen an actual submissive before, and even though Luna seemed better trained at it than he was at Dominance, he couldn’t fathom going through with this.]

I don’t— You know what they’ve been teaching us. I’m not a Dominant, I don’t even know the first thing about it! [He wanted to beg the woman to reconsider, but something inside him balked at the notion. He wouldn’t beg, it wasn’t in his nature. He would argue and yell until he was blue in the face, but begging… What was the point? It’s not like she would’ve let them go, anyway.]

[The trainer who was standing above Luna met Hunter’s gaze, and his voice was ice when he replied to him.] “Dominance is instinct. The first phase of your training shows you what other Dominants commonly do, but ultimately the choice is yours during a session. Your will is paramount, and your submissive obeys.” [He smiled, reaching down to run his fingers through Luna’s hair. It made something in Hunter’s chest clench painfully, and he was taking a step forward before he even knew what he was doing.]

[Both the woman and the trainer looked pleased at the movement, and Hunter stopped in his tracks, brows furrowed. Was he giving them what they wanted? But the woman was smiling coldly now, and she crossed her arms over her chest.] “The next phase of training involves training submissives to submit despite their personal limits being breached. Do you think Luna is ready for that, Mr. Clarington? Because I don’t think he is.”

[The trainer slid his hands down to his twin’s shoulders, petting him as if he would a particularly favored animal. Hunter’s jaw clenched, and it took every ounce of effort to stay where he was.] “Shall I get him started for you, Hunter? It isn’t that difficult, you know. Watch.”

[The trainer pulled his hands away from Luna, stepping back to give him some room.]

Strip, Luna, then kneel before your brother.

[Luna said nothing as the dominants spoke, keep his position as steady as he could while he felt his trainer pet him gently. He leaned into his touch instinctively, enjoying the feel of his fingers through his tresses. He loved to be petted, treated as if he were a pet more than a human because it meant he could release all of his tainted humanity and just exist without any negative feelings to speak of. He would just be a mass of flesh who only felt pleasure.]

[The younger twin sighed happily as he felt the other male's hands touching him along his shoulders, relaxing every part of him that hadn't been before and showing him that there was no need to be frightened. There was no reasoning for it. He was safe.]

[Luna looked up at the ordering voice, a part inside of him awakening as if it had laid dormant for a long while, just waiting for that particular order to be thrust its direction. He immediately slipped out of his clothes, folding them up once more and moving himself so that he was standing in front of Hunter. Hazel eyes rested upon the frame that belonged to his brother as he knelt before him as if Hunter were a prince, although he was more like a king than anything, and Luna a mere pauper.]

What else would you like, sir? [He inquired, keeping his head downcast as he did despite the fact that he wanted to look up at the other male.]

I'm yours to do with as you please.