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brother’s lap. Anaxantis looked up, surprised.
    “He used to be ashamed to sit in my lap, naked like this.”
    He saw his brother was looking down.
    “And he is indeed ashamed. He’s blushing. Why is he doing it then? I didn’t ask him to, did I?”
    He felt Ehandar taking his hand and guiding it to his half-erect member.
    “Take me in your hand,” he whispered, still not looking up.
    “Yes. Yes, of course, love,” Anaxantis mumbled, confused.
    He put his fingers around his brother’s now fully erect shaft.
    “Firmer.”
    “Shall I…”
    He didn’t finish the question, but moved his hand gently upwards.
    “No. No, just hold me,” Ehandar whispered. “Lest I forget.”
    For a long time they sat like that, Ehandar leaning his head against Anaxantis’s chest. Then he made to stand up and felt the hand let go.
    He knelt beside the chair to open his brother’s breeches. Anaxantis lifted himself and was about to pull down his pants.
    “No, let me, please,” Ehandar said, almost whispering.
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He freed his little brother’s fully erect member, but left his pants
    and other clothes in place, turned around and leaned over.
    Anaxantis was stunned.
    “He hated that. He hated that I was looking at his entrance, and now…”
    Ehandar sat down and impaled himself on his brother’s shaft. Anaxantis saw him twitch and knew he must be grimacing. He wasn’t using oil. Then his big brother leaned with his back against him.
    “Put your legs under mine, and lift them.”
    As Anaxantis did so, he felt Ehandar glide even deeper, and he heard a long sigh. Again he felt his hand being guided to his brother’s member. He took it in an iron grip. Ehandar once more sighed and put his head backwards on Anaxantis’s right shoulder, eyes closed.
    The sight of having his brother draped naked all over him, while at the same time invading and holding him, drove him almost crazy.
    Vaguely he heard the monsters rumble, deep, deep inside him. He let his eyes wander over the strong, beautiful body, the flat belly, the still short pubic hair, the shaft he was holding and the long legs. With his free hand, he caressed the only nipple he could reach.
    “Oh, Gods. It’s as if he’s saying, ‘Look. Look at me. This is me. This is all of me and I am yours.’ I know he hates it, being looked at like this, and yet he gives himself to me completely.”
    He felt Ehandar move gently sideways and somewhat upwards and then down again.
    “Love,” he whispered in a hoarse, guttural voice, “Don’t. I’ll—”
    “I want you to,” his brother said softly.
    Groaning, grasping his left arm around his brother’s chest and clasping his member even firmer, as if holding on to it, Anaxantis
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came, drawing Ehandar with him in his jolting, shaking movements.
    He felt his brother look sideways at his face in the glow of ecstasy.
    “You? Shall I?” he asked, when he had caught his breath.
    “No, not yet. Just keep holding me.”
    Anaxantis tilted his head against Ehandar’s. He was exhausted in a contended, warmly gleaming way. He felt satisfied, wanted and loved.
    And slightly worried.

Chapter 2:
THE ROYAL GAME
    Riathona read the short message again, but there was nothing more its pedestrian wording could reveal.
    She let her hand with the parchment sink into her lap and stared out of the window into the garden. From some distance she looked like a statue. She sat straight up, not leaning against the back of the chair, austerely and immaculately dressed, her hair pulled back flat against her skull and wrought in a tight bun. It made her look older than the early thirties she actually was. She knew, but didn't care about such frivolities.
    She did care about the kinship, the Deynarr kinship into which she had married. They were of prefectorial rank, with her husband, Bur Deynarr, standing a good chance of attaining a seat in the senate of Rhonoma and thus ennobling the kinship. All with her help of course.
    And her money. Even so, it