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his brother
    guide his feet into the warm water. After Ehandar had washed and
    dried them, he looked up at him.
    “Happy birthday, my lord,” he whispered.
    “Why, thank you, Tarno. It’s nice of you to remember.”
    “I would never forget your birthday, my lord. It’s just... it’s just
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    that I have nothing to give you.”
    Anaxantis looked down on him and smiled genially. He lay his
    hand upon Ehandar’s head and with a caressing gesture his fingers
    wandered down and scratched him lightly behind one ear.
    “Of course you have something, Tarno,” he said softly. “There is
    so much you can give me. Your devotion. Your careful and prompt
    execution of my wishes. Your willingness to learn from your silly
    mistakes. Your reverence. Your obedience. There is so much...”
    Ehandar bowed his head.
    “Yes, my lord.”
    “What was that tune I heard you play on the flute, the other day?
    I didn’t recognize it.”
    Ehandar looked up.
    “Oh, that’s nothing. Just something I made up. Really, it is—”
    “I think it’s beautiful. Won’t you play it for me?”
    “Certainly, my lord,” Ehandar said, and he stood up to get his little
    instrument.
    When he returned, Anaxantis patted his thigh.
    “Come, sit down.”
    “My lord?”
    “Sit down. Sit down, here, on my lap.”
    For the merest fraction of a second a furious thought raged
    through his head. “I am your brother, not your little child, damn it.
    Your older brother. Your taller, bigger, older brother.” But it was gone
    as fast as it came up.
    “Yes, my lord,” he said, and he sat down gingerly in his little
    brother’s lap, facing the fire.
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    Anaxantis curved his arm around his brother’s hips and let his
    hand rest against his belly.
    “Play,” he softly urged him on.
    Ehandar played his melody, and wistful sounds full of melancholy
    and longing filled the room.
    “That is all I’ve got so far,” he said when he had finished.
    “Thank you. It was very beautiful.”
    Anaxantis didn’t remove his hand from his belly, and lay his
    other hand on his knees, so he couldn’t stand up. His lord seemed
    to sink away in thought, staring in the flames. He kept as silent
    and still as he could. Having nothing to do but sit, he became very
    aware of both hands on his body. The way Anaxantis held him was
    not particularly erotic, it was just how you held someone who sat on
    your lap, but it made him aware of his nakedness, and he found the
    warm hands on his bare skin very pleasing. He began to think how
    it had been a while since his lord had invited him into his bed, and
    through the combination of feelings, thoughts and bodily sensations
    the inevitable happened. He became aroused. He tried to think of
    something trivial to distract his mind, but it didn’t work.
    Anaxantis didn’t give any sign he had noticed his brother’s
    growing erection, although it was impossible he hadn’t. Ehandar
    by now was deep red in the face, ashamed and humiliated, sitting
    there naked in the lap of his fully clothed younger brother, held by
    him as a young child. A young child with a raging erection. There
    was nothing he could do to hide the all too blatant outward sign of
    his excitation. He had no choice but to let his arousal show, literally
    inches away from his younger brother’s eyes. He knew he had lost
    all control over his most intimate functions, as he was sitting there,
    his throbbing member in full view for his younger sibling to stare
    at. Try as he might, he couldn’t hold back his tears of frustration
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    and embarrassment. That seemed to draw Anaxantis’s attention. He
    drew his brother closer and pressed his head to his chest. Ehandar
    threw his arms around him and held on to him as if he never would
    let go anymore, with heaving shoulders and sobbing his heart out.
    Anaxantis caressed his hair and the soothing movements calmed
    him down somewhat, and after a while his misery slowly