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Charmed [2018] Fic: Your Joy Is My Low
Title: Your Joy Is My Low “Hunter,” Parker calls out, storming back into the house of the holy. “I told you not to kill him.”
The kiss is supposed to be a punishment. Parker himself knows that the kiss only rewards Hunter—a treat in the maw of the little shifting-following dog of the Caine family.
Parker’s dark hair is like a virulent storm in the night when Hunter runs his hand through it, when Hunter grips it hard with fury in response, when Hunter pulls his head back with force (just like dad does!) and takes control and imagines drinking the human side right out of his brother, draining the humanity and empathy from him when his teeth pierce Parker’s bottom lip and draw sick blood. Parker’s dark hair is like his dark, shadowed form—and they’ve had fun with that form too, but he much prefers Parker like this: bent, prostrated, in his inverted little prayers.
“Did you really think I’d listen?” Hunter asks, a wiry grin infecting his features. “You should know me better than that.”
Parker pulls back. He nods. He does. He knows better. He’s not a ‘stupid fraternity brother’, as the other Vera might label him; he knows so many things, like the fact that it’s not only his demon side that enjoys this. Hunter would climb into his bed at night throughout their lives together (just like dad did!), and every time that Hunter’s hands would touch those parts of him with demonic warmth and make him feel too good to be any kind of earthly being… his human side wanted it, working in harmony with his monstrousness to produce a true sickness that runs even deeper than the one that threatens his life.
Parker knows better. He knows that he can’t go through with hurting Maggie, but he’s going to try anyway. He knows that Hunter can never be punished through any kind of sex—
The kiss is supposed to be a punishment, but it’s not Hunter’s punishment.
Hunter unbuckles his belt, lowers his pants, and reclines on the priest’s corpse. He grabs Parker by the hand, attempts to drag him into place, but Parker simply reverts into his demonic form and shifts behind Hunter—oh, so they’re playing a game, are they?
Hunter loves games.
“Maybe you’d be a little more willing—” Hunter begins, and with a blanket of thick, gray smoke he shifts into Maggie’s feminine frame. His voice sweet and high now: “....if I looked like this. Hm? You wanna fuck me, Parker? I bet the real Maggie doesn’t feel as good as I do. But I’ll pretend
to be her if you want.”
“How’d you—how’d you get her DNA, how’d you get her form?”
“Does it matter? Or maybe…”
Hunter shifts into their father. Just for a moment, just for a flash, a ephemeral second, as if the moment was stolen by the time witch.
“ Don’t, ” Parker hisses as Hunter shifts back into his typical form. He tackles Hunter, their bodies pressed against one another hard and rough and eternal. He pins him down over the priest’s body, takes him in his warm, ill mouth. God, he hopes he doesn’t end up having another coughing fit during this.
His knees begin to ache against the hard floors, and the corpse beneath them disturbs his human side while intriguing his demon aspect, eliciting a betrayal from his body when Hunter reaches into the priest’s wound and begins spreading his blood over his forehead, then over Parker’s forehead, holy blood trickling down over Parker as his brother gives his head a few half-genuine, half-mocking strokes.
Hunter gives a gasp as Parker’s head moves faster, entangling his fingers in that soft, shadow-dark hair he loathes and adores. He’s being so good, but if he says that it will only anger Parker more, and he really wants to maintain control over this situation. So instead he simply says: “Look at you, sucking your brother’s cock. I know that the demon you is the real you. Otherwise… you wouldn’t be doing something so disgusting, would you?”
Parker moans around Hunter’s cock. He wants to touch his own arousal, to find the relief that Hunter will definitely deprive him of, but that can wait. He focuses only on his brother, on how Hunter doesn’t understand. If Hunter knew it wasn’t just his demon side, he would truly be disgusted.
His fingers curl over Hunter, stroking and feeling and pleasuring. Hunter’s cock is thick in his mouth, but he’s been trained to take it well. Hunter won’t say it, but Parker knows he’s doing so good for his brother. He can read between Hunter’s lines, knows his brother too intimately, wants to rid the world of his brother and dominate his brother and keep his brother captive, all conflict swirling around all at once just like Parker’s tongue. Hunter gives a sharp inhale, his hips bucking, ascending upwards deeper into Parker’s mouth and the back of his throat. Oh. Oh.
Hunter spills deep and warm inside, and Parker swallows, his jaw clenching inside of his mouth when Hunter pulls away and stands back up.
He smiles, his face flushed, his eyes a smoked gray. He helps Parker off of the church floor, tries to clean the blood off of his face with licked-wet fingers. It’s too sibling-like to follow the act they just completed.
“Let’s go,” Hunter whispers, leading Parker out of the church by the hand.
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Charmed (2018)
Relationship: Hunter Caine/Parker Caine
Warnings: Non con elements, implied parent/child incest, sibling incest, sex on a dead body, blood
Word count: 907
Notes: I can't believe I actually wrote m/m I usually write f/f lmao
Notes: I can't believe I actually wrote m/m I usually write f/f lmao
The kiss is supposed to be a punishment. Parker himself knows that the kiss only rewards Hunter—a treat in the maw of the little shifting-following dog of the Caine family.
Parker’s dark hair is like a virulent storm in the night when Hunter runs his hand through it, when Hunter grips it hard with fury in response, when Hunter pulls his head back with force (just like dad does!) and takes control and imagines drinking the human side right out of his brother, draining the humanity and empathy from him when his teeth pierce Parker’s bottom lip and draw sick blood. Parker’s dark hair is like his dark, shadowed form—and they’ve had fun with that form too, but he much prefers Parker like this: bent, prostrated, in his inverted little prayers.
“Did you really think I’d listen?” Hunter asks, a wiry grin infecting his features. “You should know me better than that.”
Parker pulls back. He nods. He does. He knows better. He’s not a ‘stupid fraternity brother’, as the other Vera might label him; he knows so many things, like the fact that it’s not only his demon side that enjoys this. Hunter would climb into his bed at night throughout their lives together (just like dad did!), and every time that Hunter’s hands would touch those parts of him with demonic warmth and make him feel too good to be any kind of earthly being… his human side wanted it, working in harmony with his monstrousness to produce a true sickness that runs even deeper than the one that threatens his life.
Parker knows better. He knows that he can’t go through with hurting Maggie, but he’s going to try anyway. He knows that Hunter can never be punished through any kind of sex—
The kiss is supposed to be a punishment, but it’s not Hunter’s punishment.
Hunter unbuckles his belt, lowers his pants, and reclines on the priest’s corpse. He grabs Parker by the hand, attempts to drag him into place, but Parker simply reverts into his demonic form and shifts behind Hunter—oh, so they’re playing a game, are they?
Hunter loves games.
“Maybe you’d be a little more willing—” Hunter begins, and with a blanket of thick, gray smoke he shifts into Maggie’s feminine frame. His voice sweet and high now: “....if I looked like this. Hm? You wanna fuck me, Parker? I bet the real Maggie doesn’t feel as good as I do. But I’ll pretend
to be her if you want.”
“How’d you—how’d you get her DNA, how’d you get her form?”
“Does it matter? Or maybe…”
Hunter shifts into their father. Just for a moment, just for a flash, a ephemeral second, as if the moment was stolen by the time witch.
“ Don’t, ” Parker hisses as Hunter shifts back into his typical form. He tackles Hunter, their bodies pressed against one another hard and rough and eternal. He pins him down over the priest’s body, takes him in his warm, ill mouth. God, he hopes he doesn’t end up having another coughing fit during this.
His knees begin to ache against the hard floors, and the corpse beneath them disturbs his human side while intriguing his demon aspect, eliciting a betrayal from his body when Hunter reaches into the priest’s wound and begins spreading his blood over his forehead, then over Parker’s forehead, holy blood trickling down over Parker as his brother gives his head a few half-genuine, half-mocking strokes.
Hunter gives a gasp as Parker’s head moves faster, entangling his fingers in that soft, shadow-dark hair he loathes and adores. He’s being so good, but if he says that it will only anger Parker more, and he really wants to maintain control over this situation. So instead he simply says: “Look at you, sucking your brother’s cock. I know that the demon you is the real you. Otherwise… you wouldn’t be doing something so disgusting, would you?”
Parker moans around Hunter’s cock. He wants to touch his own arousal, to find the relief that Hunter will definitely deprive him of, but that can wait. He focuses only on his brother, on how Hunter doesn’t understand. If Hunter knew it wasn’t just his demon side, he would truly be disgusted.
His fingers curl over Hunter, stroking and feeling and pleasuring. Hunter’s cock is thick in his mouth, but he’s been trained to take it well. Hunter won’t say it, but Parker knows he’s doing so good for his brother. He can read between Hunter’s lines, knows his brother too intimately, wants to rid the world of his brother and dominate his brother and keep his brother captive, all conflict swirling around all at once just like Parker’s tongue. Hunter gives a sharp inhale, his hips bucking, ascending upwards deeper into Parker’s mouth and the back of his throat. Oh. Oh.
Hunter spills deep and warm inside, and Parker swallows, his jaw clenching inside of his mouth when Hunter pulls away and stands back up.
He smiles, his face flushed, his eyes a smoked gray. He helps Parker off of the church floor, tries to clean the blood off of his face with licked-wet fingers. It’s too sibling-like to follow the act they just completed.
“Let’s go,” Hunter whispers, leading Parker out of the church by the hand.