@ amycus.
antagonizingamycus:
‘Brother.’
There it was. All the proof he needed. That low, soft, breathy want in her voice that told him that he wasn’t wrong. How could he be when everything pointed to this conclusion? Seventeen years behind them and they had always been everything they needed. How was this so much different? Who else knew him as intimately as Alecto? Who had seen him at his strongest and his weakest? Why would he need anyone other than her in any aspect of his life?
‘Amycus.’
Was that…hesitation? No, no, beloved- can’t you see how much I love you? How we were created for each other? His lips worshiped her throat and her jaw before moving to press against her lips, his hands roaming her body: down the valley between her breasts, down her ribs and the curve of her waist before settling on her hips. Her lips were tore from his but he paid no mind, raining kisses on her cheeks, her forehead, the hollow of her temple- bound on kissing every part of her his lips could touch.
‘No, Amycus, get off.’
Blows rained against his chest and with one solid shove, he fell to the side, his eyes wide. Get off? But why? She spoke and he wanted to cover his ears: ‘You are no man of mine. You are no brother. You disgust me.’ He turned on his side, arms reaching for her, pulling her tight against him. “Alecto- my dear one, my beloved, my love- don’t you see? We complete each other. We share everything- why shouldn’t we share this?” His fingers gently traced the curved of her waist, the soft skin separated by the thin fabric of the slip- tempting and tantalizing. His hand dipped to her thigh- to the edge of the fabric, gently pulling it higher, exposing more of the warm skin. His fingers danced across her skin, tracing nonsensical designs on the top of her thighs. His nose nudged her jaw, his mouth next to her ear, inhaling Alecto.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want this too. I heard it, dear one- the want in your voice. I can feel it- the desire that runs through you when I touch you,” he murmured against the shell of her ear, his fingers slowly dancing higher on the warm leg, “I love you, Alecto. I love you more than I’ll ever love another.” His teeth grazed her earlobe and he leaned in closer, pressing his body tighter against hers, “Don’t you love me, Alecto? My dear one- my big sister?”
Even after her protests, her brother wrapped an arm around her. To Alecto, the arm felt wrong, it felt as if it didn’t belong, slimy and disgusting. ‘Alecto- my dear one, my beloved, my love- don’t you see?’ She sneered, pushing his arms away, even though they only returned, tighter each time, “See what, Amycus? That you’re delusional? That you’re disgusting and wrong and you’re doing this to punish me?”
‘We complete each other. We share everything- why shouldn’t we share this?’ His hold on her turned from harsh and secure to more lax and gentle. His hand almost left her, gently dragging along the length of her torso, going down, down, down, getting to the soft and supple skin of her thighs. Her heart beat a little quicker, fear slowly filling her. His callused fingertip traced swirls on her pale skin, and she couldn’t help a pang of desire course through her abdomen.
But, she could keep that hidden.
His face was my hers and his nose nuzzled at her face, lowering to her jaw. Amycus’ lips were right beside her ear and she shivered as he inhaled her scent. ‘You can’t tell me you don’t want this too.’ She shook her head, closing her eyes and facing the other direction. ‘I heard it, dear one- the want in your voice. I can feel it-’ Alecto swallowed and opened her eyes, glaring at her brother and sneering at his actions, ‘the desire that runs through you when I touch you,’ his lips moved slowly, just brushing against her ear as his fingers moved higher on her leg, “Get away from me, Amycus,” she said, trying to channel all hate into her voice, when really, she wanted the opposite.
He was Amycus. He was her little brother. How was she supposed to ignore the pull, the want, the need to be by him at all times? She was his, and he was hers. Amycus was her brother, he belonged to her first, above all others. No one was good enough for him. No one.
Yet- she knew- she knew that this was wrong. This love- this between a brother and a sister? Between twins?
His fingers felt hotter against her skin and she forced herself to stay still, to not arch towards that touch. ‘I love you, Alecto.’ Her heart surged and she couldn’t help but smile a pleased and accomplished smile, he loved her- more than anything, Amycus loved her. She had won. ‘I love you more than I’ll ever love another.’
Teeth gently clamped over the lobe of her ear and she let out a small, tiny, barely heard sound of desire- a whimper that slipped through her lips. His body was closer, it was warmer, and she moved towards it, a dainty leg wrapping around him as he spoke and held her tightly, ‘Don’t you love me, Alecto? My dear one- my big sister?’
And really, that was all that she needed after all. Alecto nodded, eyes wide looking up at him, craning her neck so that she could be closer. She made their lips meet, her body arching against his, filling the empty space between them perfectly. “Brother,” she murmured against his lips, her own arms holding him near, her own lips kissing his, “Please,”
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@ amycus.
antagonizingamycus:
Part of him had honestly thought she would hit him. Slap him across his hateful face, claw out the laughing eyes- hell, he would not have been the least bit surprised if she shoved her hand right into his chest and ripped out his heart in the most literal sense possible. He had not expected her to lean into him, her lips moving just as hungrily against his. The hand that gripped her chin relaxed, moving across her jaw to cup the back of her neck. Her hands knotted in his hair, pulling him closer- oh, so impossibly close-and a happy sound left the back of his throat.
She spoke his name and gods above, he would never tire of hearing it fall from those lips. Those lips that pressed against his, the taste of her on his tongue and the feeling of every dip and curve of her body molding into his. She was exquisite. She was perfection. She was his everything and he was nothing- absolutely nothing without her. ”Oh my dear one,” he murmured, pressing a firm kiss on her jaw before pressing another to her lips. Her sound of protest and the hands on his chest caused his grip to loosen enough for her to twist from him. The illusion was shattered with the words that fell from those perfect lips:
‘You don’t kiss half as well as Evan.’
The air left his lungs as if he had been punched and a pained expression crossed his face. He had fallen short. To Evan fucking Rosier. The piece of shit who had stolen his dear one’s virtue- who had soiled her and ruined that piece of her that Amycus now would never have. His hands shook and the stony expression lit his face again as her words sent another stream of fire in his veins. ‘I’m not yours. Never have been. Never. Will.’
She had stepped up to him and he could feel the challenge radiating off her in waves. It was a game. It had always been a game from the very beginning. A game they were constantly playing and one that Amycus had always planed on winning. A long, thick finger traced along her hairline, down the soft skin of her cheek to her chin tipping it up. “Oh, my dear one. You are. You always have been. You’ve just forgotten.” He leaned forward, his lips a breath away from hers and his free hand snaking it’s way around her back, “Allow me to remind you.”
His lips crashed against hers again, demanding and hard and the hand around her middle pulled her hard against him. Fingers bit into the soft skin of her hip, bound to leave dark marks to remember him by. His mouth left hers, pressing hot kisses down her throat, teeth nipping at the skin, leaving a trail of angry, red love marks in his wake. In one fluid movement, he swept her off her feet, pulled tightly against his chest, cradling her tenderly before pressing her hard against the mattress.
When she spoke the words, slathering them with malice and hatred as they slipped from her lips, she carefully watched Amycus’ expression change from one of arrogance and peace to one of hatred. Her lips pulled up into a pleased and pompous smile that changed when he neared her once more. His own mouth curled up cruelly a sliver of fear coarsed through her body.
‘Oh, my dear one.’ His finger traced at her hairline and she shoved the hand away. He only replaced it with his other hand, ”I will never be yours, brother. Not in the way that you would wish,” she said, her voice laced with a disgusted tone. ’You are. You always have been. You’ve just forgotten.’ His body came closer and leaned forward and she put her hands up against his chest. Alecto shook her head, staring up at him defiantly, nails digging into his torso, a feeble attempt to keep him away from her.
She was not some muggle whore. She was Alecto Carrow. She had standards.
And her brother no longer met them.
‘Allow me to remind you,’
Instantaneously, their lips crashed together- roughly, passionately, all the things she craved for in a kiss, yet not what she craved for in a man. His arms kept her near her and she was not able to pull away. Amycus was stronger than she, Amycus was larger than she, and, Alecto had no power against his crippling kisses. None. But, she could try to— try to— enjoy— No. Resist. Her hands twisted into his chest, nails ripped through his skin and blood was drawn, slipping down, down, onto the pale skin of her hands and the slightly browned skin of his chest.
Her lips were freed and his merely moved locations. Hot, opened-mouth kisses and bites littered down her throat, causing Alecto to keen, to let out whimpers and moans and why wasn’t Evan like this before? His fingers tightened on her hips, bound to leave finger-shaped bruises that she knew Amycus would be all too proud of later. Her body was flush against his and her slip did nothing to protect her from his roughness.
He picked her up quickly and smoothly, she hardly noticed the move, his actions feeling so natural and expected. Alecto was held up in his arms, and her hands moved, latching up behind Amycus’ neck, “Brother,” she let out, her voice low and wanting.
She was against the mattress, her brother over her. “Amycus,” this was wrong. He was her brother, her twin, her blood.
Then again, that meant that he, Amycus, was her other half. Which— “No, Amycus, get off,” her voice was shrill and she beat against his chest, shoving him off of her, “You are no man of mine. You are no brother. You disgust me.”
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@ amycus.
antagonizingamycus:
He had told her to leave. He had told her to leave and yet, she was still standing there- looking at her nails as if this was something incredibly boring to her. Anger boiled over into rage at the patronizing words: ‘You’re my brother. My baby brother.’ He inhaled slowly, drawing himself to his full height and arching a brow at her, his upper lip curling in disgust, “I told you to get out.” His eyes moved over her face, the rage fueled by the insolent smile on her face, “I don’t recall speaking anything other than English. And last I checked, you were of average intelligence, so you obviously understood me. You’re not deaf nor are you hard of hearing so I know you heard me.” His muscles were burning from the adrenaline running through his body and he felt energized, almost frenzied as he moved from in front of her, “Then why are you still in my room?”
He started to circle her, stalking her like a wild cat stalks it’s prey, his eyes roaming over her as he spoke, “Maybe you are stupid. You must be- it’s the only way to explain your actions.” He paused behind her, a hand gently running through the blonde curls- the touch soft and nurturing, “It feels like you intentionally do the complete opposite of what I tell you.” He was murmuring, his voice sounding almost as if he were lost in his own thoughts while his fingers carded through her hair, “I tell you to leave things well alone with any future spouses I may have and you run them off. I tell you to keep your mouth shut and not antagonize Eirene and you talk as if someone has cast a babbling charm on you until she goes insane. I tell you not to tempt our peers, to not give yourself away and what do you do? You throw yourself at the closest dick you can find.” The fingers paused in their gentle caress and he closed his fist, knotting the golden strands around the thick fingers and yanked her head backwards, exposing the pale column of her neck. “I’m damn lucky it was Rosier there- at least his blood is somewhat worthy. God knows you probably would’ve thrown yourself at Weasley or Longbottom- pity; probably would’ve been the only piece they’ll ever get.”
His lips pressed against the place where her pulse beat under the skin and he growled, “I suppose they still could. You’re ruined already, there’s no further ruining to be done.” Lips moved up higher on her neck as he spoke, pressing firm kisses up to the hollow of her ear, “Shall I dole you out to whoever is willing? No charge necessary- just pure, unadulterated sex for any gentlman. You’d spread your legs without any question just like the whore you are.” He nuzzled his face in her neck, inhaling the soft perfume, “Are you that desperate for affection? I realize you were lacking for motherly affection, Alecto, but wasn’t I ever enough?” He bit down hard on the tendon, satisfied when the skin turned bright red and began to mottle purple, “What did you expect me to say when you got up here with your big news, Alecto? Did you think I would be happy to hear that you’re no longer worth any gain to our family?”
Amycus pressed a kiss to the bruise, tongue laving over the warm skin, “Or did you come because now that you had lost your virtue, you thought I would finally give into temptation.” The hand tangled in her hair jerked back, leaning her head farther back against his chest. “You tease me every moment we’re alone together,” his voice was back to the soft murmur, “Suggestive words and even more suggestive glances- embraces that last almost too long and kisses that don’t last nearly long enough.” His free hand traced up her arm with feather light touches and his mouth was next to her ear and he spoke in a hushed whisper, “You want your brother, don’t you, Alecto?”
The light caress of his left hand moved up across her collar bone to her shoulder, gently turning her to face him. “Sleeping with Rosier was your first mistake.” He stared down at her, eyes dark and a low growl escaped his throat when she was pressed against him. “Coming here like this to tell me was your second.” The hand left her hair and trailed down her spine, his fingers moving over ever vertebrae until his hand settled in the small of her back, holding her there against him. “Not leaving when I told you to was your third.” His other hand caught her chin and jerked her head up to look at him, “You’re mine, Alecto. You belong to me.” Lips pressed against hers, capturing her in a demanding kiss.
“I told you to get out.” Alecto peered over at her twin brother and pursed her lips, a cruel smirk spreading and settling itself on her full, wide lips. How entertaining this was. An ever so angry Amycus that seemed so delectable. Alecto’s eyes dropped to observe him and her eyebrows raised. Every portion of his body was radiating anger, his torso tensed, fists clenched— she could almost laugh at it all. How pathetic her brother was, how terribly pathetic. ‘I don’t recall speaking anything other than English. And last I checked, you were of average intelligence, so you obviously understood me. You’re not deaf nor are you hard of hearing so I know you heard me.’ Her eyes set in a scowl at hearing that, “I understood you perfectly well, brother,” she glared at Amycus, arms crossing and brain already planning out how exactly she was to punish him. Alecto Carrow was older. Alecto Carrow was smart. Alecto Carrow was his elder sister.
Alecto Carrow didn’t know exactly how wrong she was about Amycus. He stepped back suddenly and her eyes followed him, “I heard you,” she said, voice terse and tense, her body set in her position, defiantly looking up at him, “Then why are you still in my room?” He said, almost ferociously, almost getting a response from Alecto. She jumped at the words, just barely, just a little, but she knew that it went noticed.
Amycus circled her and that was when she began to feel the exact weight of her actions. She followed him with her gaze, turning her head around accordingly, hair swishing in every direction, ‘Maybe you are stupid. You must be- it’s the only way to explain your actions.’ Alecto opened her mouth, ready to tell him off, but Amycus stood behind and his touch startled her. His fingers ran through her hair and she could almost melt at the touch, so gentle and loving, “It feels like you intentionally do the complete opposite of what I tell you.” Alecto hummed, shrugging. She supposed that was true, but she was his sister, and that was her job. She did it to protect him, for the most part. ‘I tell you to leave things well alone with any future spouses I may have and you run them off.’ She pouted, glancing up at Amycus, “But that’s because you’re my brother,” she inserted as fast as possible before he continued, closing her eyes as he spoke. ‘I tell you to keep your mouth shut and not antagonize Eirene and you talk as if someone has cast a babbling charm on you until she goes insane.’ That hurt. Did he not realise that that was precisely for his sake? Alecto could never handle Amycus being hurt. Not him. Never. He was her sun and stars and she would not want to see him in pain. She would take it when ever she could. ‘I tell you not to tempt our peers, to not give yourself away and what do you do? You throw yourself at the closest dick you can find.’
He stopped his caresses and her eyes slid open. “Amy?..” she said, his name turning into a sort of yelp in her throat as he jerked her head back, ‘I’m damn lucky it was Rosier there-’ her eyes began to tear up at the force he held her head with, and she blinked away tears, ‘at least his blood is somewhat worthy. God knows you probably would’ve thrown yourself at Weasley or Longbottom- pity; probably would’ve been the only piece they’ll ever get.’
Her breathing had quickened because she’d never seen Amycus so angry before. He was her brother, her precious brother that adored her and she’d only ever seen him so cross at others. Not at her. His lips pressed at her neck, right about her vein, and she shuddered. Maybe he wasn’t as vexed as she thought, ‘I suppose they still could. You’re ruined already, there’s no further ruining to be done.’ She sneered and moved her arm to elbow Amycus, but it had no effect on her brother, “I’m not ruined.” she said, knowing it was a lie. His lips moved up and up, kissing at her pale skin. How she both loathed and craved that feel. She needed to know that Amycus was her brother, that he was hers and no one else’s. ‘Shall I dole you out to whoever is willing? No charge necessary- just pure, unadulterated sex for any gentleman. You’d spread your legs without any question just like the whore you are.’ At that, she let out a laugh. Amycus nuzzled her neck and she only felt more and more dissenting, “Oh, but Amycus, I’ll love it,” she murmured softly, his fist tightening in her hair. resulting in another small, helpless cry from Alecto’s throat.
She wasn’t as physically strong as Amycus. She never would be.
‘Are you that desperate for affection? I realize you were lacking for motherly affection, Alecto, but wasn’t I ever enough?’ To that, what was she to say?—
Her jaw went slack and no sound came out when his teeth dug into her skin. A high pitched sound was drawn out seconds later, ‘What did you expect me to say when you got up here with your big news, Alecto? Did you think I would be happy to hear that you’re no longer worth any gain to our family?’ She shook her head and sighed as he kissed the aching spot, and her eyelids fluttered shut, ‘Or did you come because now that you had lost your virtue, you thought I would finally give into temptation?’ He pulled her hair harder and she stumbled back, against his chest, eyes glaring up at him, defiant and brash, hiding all trace of fear. His soft murmuring did nothing for the panic that rushed through her veins. She half-thought he would kill her, truly, ‘You tease me every moment we’re alone together, suggestive words and even more suggestive glances- embraces that last almost too long and kisses that don’t last nearly long enough.’ Amycus caressed up her arm and goosebumps exploded over her skin, she shivered and trembled, dreading his next few words.
‘You want your brother, don’t you, Alecto?’
Alecto scoffed and sneered, “In your wildest dreams, brother,” she told him as he turned her about. She was not about to run away. This was her brother, her Amycus, and he would be fine. He wouldn’t hurt her. No. He couldn’t. Not Amycus. ‘Sleeping with Rosier was your first mistake.’ He growled and she was nearer to him, body against his, ‘Coming here like this to tell me was your second.’ His hand moved from her blond locks and was at her back. She was trapped.
How wonderful a trap it was.
‘Not leaving when I told you to was your third.’ His free hand, rough and callused, took her chin harshly, and she struggled to look away. Her eyes avoided his and her hands were up against his chest, trying to push him away. His grip on her chin tightened and she knew what it meant: Look. At. Me. So she did as he bade, ‘You’re mine, Alecto. You belong to me.’ Lips crashed into lips and her body went limp against his. She let herself be kissed, her own hands climbing up to grip his hair, pull him down, kiss him back desperately. This was her brother, oh her brother, the one who was most important to her, her world, her moon, her everything. “Amycus,” she murmured before fully processing what she was doing, kissing her brother, her twin, “Nnn…” Alecto mumbled, pushing away from him, “You don’t kiss half as well as Evan,” she said. Alecto knew that she was getting herself more and more in trouble. “I am not yours. Never have been,” she said, stepping up to him as her dark eyes bore into his, “never. Will.”
(Source: asalwaysalecto, via antagonizingamycus-deactivated2)