Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 11:14:33 -0400
From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Guiding Light 7

Guiding Light belongs to Procter & Gamble and CBS. I own none of these
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This chapter is Richard/Edmund only, but the next will feature Tony, Romeo,
and others. As always, I desperately want your feedback. Thank you to those
who consistently find something to comment on. Anything you have to say,
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Seeing his dapper reflection in the sunlit reflection of the window, Edmund
fixed his tie. Romeo had gone to work, leaving Edmund blessedly free of his
possessive bedmate for several hours. No better time to drop in on family.
As he walked in the front door, Edmund frowned as he noticed Richard hunched
over a desk. Such a proud man deserved a grander fate than this. Edmund
found himself pitying his brother, although that didn't completely rule out
a chance at gloating.

Richard was busily filling out forms when he spied the black sheep of the
Winslow family. Richard had extended an olive branch a few weeks earlier, to
receive the usual sulky slap in the face. Edmund had terrorized Richard
along with his children and wives for a decade on and off, but he still saw
himself as the victim. Richard let a sigh rumble in his chest, and prepared
for another session of snideness.

Regal air inherent in his steps, Edmund made his way to Richard's desk.
Edmund's big blue eyes locked on Richard's hooded green eyes, and for a
moment, the rest of the world vanished. Edmund had this way of expressing
every emotion, every pain, through a single glance, but for most of their
adulthood, the vulnerability had been very darkly masked.

"Your headmaster escorted me to your door. I want to test one of the great
American automobiles."

Pondering the idea of the two of them chatting up makes and models, Richard
was truly puzzled.

"Go see Rhonda, or Joseph. I am quite busy at the moment."

Edmund laughed mirthlessly. So predictable, Richard was.

"I heard that you are the man to see for...extra incentive."

Richard's face dropped as Edmund's beamed. Edmund always loved to trump
Richard, no matter what the cost.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

A flicker of silence, too brief, as Edmund surveyed the busy office.

"Very well. Shall I ask another car salesman if their pitch involves
frequent bouts of moaning and groaning in the bathroom?"

Shoulders slumping, Richard sighed again, grabbed a set of keys to a
Porsche, and the two men drove through the relatively lifeless streets.
Edmund looked directly ahead, charging a few miles above the speed limit,
the humdrum world around him tinted through his sunglasses.

"Ah, brother dear, where have our lives taken us? Impoverished, me dependent
on a mafia matron, you shackled to a brood mare and her litter. Not on the
colorful streets of Venice or Rio, but in Springfield, the whitebread
capital of the good old USA. Self-righteousness and fists lurking around
every corner of this bloody burg. We deserve better, you and I."

Richard shook his head, staring incredulously at his brother.

"Is this what you have blackmailed me for? Yet another bout of self-pity? I
offered you a chance at...are you yawning? How dare you yawn when I'm
speaking!"

"I am simply saving my energy for when we screw each other's brains out."

Richard was literally speechless, mouth hanging ajar. Edmund wished he had a
camera to record the moment for posterity. Silent moments passed, until they
approached a cheap motel.

"Ah. Here we are."

Pulling into park, Edmund placed his expensive leather shoes against the
pavement, and made his way to the slightly musty room. Richard stayed in the
car and may have sped away if Edmund hadn't taken the keys with him. As much
as he hated to admit it, he also had a strong sense of curiosity about what
would happen in the room.

When he arrived, Edmund's shoes and socks were at the foot of the bed, his
jacket and tie strewn on a chair. He was halfway out of his shirt. Richard
didn't have to ask what Edmund was doing, but he did anyway.

"Believe it or not, my brother, I do love you. As we communicate so poorly
in words, perhaps our bodies will have more success in..."

"Making us come together?" flew from Richard's mouth before he could stop
himself.

Edmund gasped in feigned shock.

"My God, you told a joke. The apocalypse must be near."

Richard flashed back to all their nights together when they were younger,
more innocent. How Edmund turned his way, full of venom and spite, days
before Richard's 22 birthday. How Richard had begged Edmund to tell him why,
and how Edmund punched him instead, storming out. Their relationship had
always been rocky, but the last chance for redemption seemed to vanish after
that punch.

Richard wondered if Edmund was suddenly feeling guilty, or if he had another
ulterior motive.

"Edmund, you don't have to do this."

Edmund ignored him, continuing with his reveal. Richard sat frozen on the
bed, watching his brother undress, knowing how wrong this was, how right
this was. The slow tease of Edmund's white dress shirt pulled out of his
trousers, his cuffs unhooked, the wispy fabric falling off his pink,
unblemished flesh. Richard shifted as he remembered the first time the
fumbling teen brothers had undressed each other, uncovered developing
bodies, shared secrets no one else could ever understand. Richard had almost
forgotten about that lonely, loving boy, but saw a glimmer of him in
Edmund's desperate eyes, in his pleading movements.

Not completely sure of what he was doing, Richard stood up, and before he
knew it, his hands were on Edmund's bare, barrel chest. A sharp exhale of
breath hissed between Edmund's teeth as he experienced the heady sensation
of those rough digits against his smooth skin. Edmund tore open Richard's
shirt with a strength he rarely used, letting his immaculately manicured
fingers dance across Richard's slightly leathered pecs and abdominals. The
cool touch scorced Richard. Edmund hesitated briefly, resting his hand above
Richard's beltline.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Richard smiled a fatherly smile at his suddenly shy brother.

"Once I make a decision, I stick to it. I thought that was one of the things
you hated about me."

Edmund bit at his lower lip as he nervously opened Richard's belt and fly.

"At this moment, I hate nothing about you."

Richard only stared back, impassively, silently. Surprising Edmund when he
yanked him to his knees, directly against his boxer-sheathed-crotch,
demanding obedience as he pressed Edmund's mouth against his cotton package.
Edmund buried his nose in the musky scents emanating from Richard's pubic
line. He helped Richard kick off his socks, pants and shoes, sliding his
tongue along the sheer white shorts material as he did so. Richard jumped as
Edmund brazenly sucked the entire head into his mouth, gnawing away, winking
lewdly at his older brother.

Richard nearly settled into a rough face-fuck when he glanced into the large
mirror on the dressed adjacent to them. Seeing Edmund's eager mouth working,
seeing the light sheen of perspiration beginning to trickle from his brawny
body, Richard had to pull Edmund off of him before the cum came too quickly.

Edmund was about to protest, but he no longer had the necessary oxygen.
Richard cupped the back of his head for a kiss. Their mouths were tentative,
searching for maps discarded long ago. As their reflections beckoned them,
Edmund became more brave, squeezing Richard's bulge and darting his tongue
inside the gasping mouth. Richard responded, and they duelled with their
tongues as they had dueled in fencing so many times, pivoting and thrusting,
Edmund ravaging Richard's hungry mouth as Richard's now-freed erection
pooled against Edmund's expensive suit pants.

Again Richard pulled away, gasping for breath.

"Take off your clothes Edmund, or I shall rip them off."

Edmund was in no mood for a tease this time. Within seconds, both brothers
were hypnotized by the mirror, comparing their bodies. As they had done when
they were teenagers, their hands explored flat bellies and taut thighs,
stopping to torment private pleasure spots. Richard admired Edmund's plush
cheeks and quickly found his waiting hole, and Edmund averted himself from
Richard's tight, muscled mounds, settled for pinching Richard's brown,
half-dollar sized nipples. Much larger than Edmund's blushing nubs. Between
the moans and gasps, they studied their primed, perfected bodies, reddened
and straining under the physical, emotional, hormonal onslaught. Their royal
scepters bobbed and dripped onto the carpet, still proudly ruling the penile
kingdom even if their masters were in exile from their own monarchy.

Richard groaned at the palm hugging his shaft.

"How I envied your girth. You are thick all over."

Chuckling at his bad joke, Edmund then moaned as his own penis was embraced.

"Greedy bastard. You got the length."

Edmund managed 8 and 1/3 inches (he'd had his royal tailors measure for him,
which they were all too eager to do before sucking him to the root) when
fully interested by his lover. Richard stopped at 7 1/2 inches, but was as
thick as the base of a beer bottle. Edmund had lost his virginity to that
particular brand, and had loved every painful, joyous second. With enough
concentration, Edmund could still feel the hay scratching into his spine and
taste the dirt and sweat dripping into his mouth. As Edmund glanced between
Richard's knees and saw the proud, purple mushroom helmet, he decided to
forget the past for right now.

Breathing in the scent of sex, salt and soap at Richard's neck, Edmund
kissed down the sun-soaked chest, Richard throwing his head back at the feel
of teeth and fingers manipulating his nipples. Lower and lower the trained
tongue went, tunneling around Richard's navel, biting there as well to
produce a shocked yelp. Edmund smiled around Richard's trim waist, inhaled
the pubic fragrance again, and dipped down, panting against Richard's
expectant erection. Burying his nose inside Richard's free-hanging sac,
Edmund rolled his tongue, jabbing between Richard's balls, then gently
biting on the flapping skin. Imagining that Edmund would torment him
further, he nearly fainted from shock when his engorged meat was
deep-throated.

Richard wasn't the type to talk dirty. Inaudible sounds escaped his gasping
mouth, sighs and screams and whimpers as Edmund used every trick he knew to
torment his brother. Bringing him to the edge of orgasm, then taking his
mouth off the penis and biting into his finger-bruised thighs instead. Using
the tip of his tongue as a key to twist and turn in Richard's oozing piss
slit. Cupping Richard's testicles, Edmund grazed his thumb nail down
Richard's crack, whisper-soft touches against the dark brown hairs.

Playing with Richard's back entrance for a few more minutes, Edmund stopped
to push him onto the bed. Getting used to the bedspread against his nude,
wet body, Richard's vision went dark as Edmund draped across him to feed him
a phallus sandwich. His laugh echoed against the thin tube now in his mouth
as he realized why Edmund hadn't jerked himself when he was working on
Richard. He was saving up.

All rational thought vanished as Edmund inhaled him again. Their hands
clawed and carressed, slick and yearning to explore every area, every
desire. Richard's inflamed nostrils absorbed the unique odor of the other
man's tight, drenched sac, and he remembered his conduct the day before, how
he knew he would have another man on him, in his ass....

He didn't fully trust Edmund, even as Edmund gave a flawless oral
presentation, but this would mean so much to him. Richard decided, removing
himself from the tempting prick.

"Edmund."

"Mmmmmphhhh...."

Shaking his head as he saw Edmund chowing down, he grabbed a fistful of hair
and pulled up. A glare was what he got in response, Edmund sputtering as
Richard spun onto his belly.

"What exactly ar...oh."

Richard laughed into the pillow.

"You speechless. We must do this more often."

A sharp smack greeted his pert buttocks.

"Richard, I...this..."

>From the time of their early teen beginnings to the conclusion, at 20,
Edmund had desired Richard's backside, from shared showers to all those
bloody sporting days where all the men wore tight-fitting polo trousers.
He'd never summoned the courage to ask. Now Richard was asking him.

"Oh, Richard...I have already taken so much from you."

Without warning, tears began to well up in Edmund's large blue eyes as he
remembers his schemes for the crown, trying to kill Richard's children and
succeeding once, almost killing Richard, the only person who had ever truly
mattered to him. He cried, unable to stop himself, the droplets falling onto
Richard's upraised, firm ass, streaming into his puckering rosebud. Richard
contemplated turning around, but knew the vanity and self-loathing which
simmered in the complicated man he shared blood and a bed with, how the
wrong word would fly him into a rage and shatter their fragile
reconciliation.

Awkward silence and light sobs passed until Edmund wiped his eyes for the
last time. Richard was finally going to turn around when the warm tongue
gliding up his posterior, licking the tear stains away. Soft hands squeezed
his cheeks together, then kneaded them apart, one fleshy organ leaking onto
the bedspread as the other circled closer and closer to Richard's rosebud
until the spit-coated spear finally dove deep and hit it's mark. Richard
spasmed at the gooey contact, the tiny pilot fish marking territory for the
upcoming shark.

Emptiness again, as Richard shut his eyes, face pressed to the pillow,
expecting a sharp dagger. What he received was a methodical entrance, the
bulky head popping in, followed by moderately paced inch after inch. Soon,
Richard felt the balls against his globes, and the fuck began.

Richard had expected violence, a quasi-rape, as Edmund had spent most of
their lives seeing himself as the victim, as the oppressed. Instead, Edmund
started out slow and only went faster when Richard was ready, stroking
Richard's hair and broad shoulders, letting Richard milk his straining
shaft. The grip on his hips gradually became tighter, the thrusting deeper,
Edmund silently, almost mournfully plowing. Richard almost sensed an apology
in his movements, an attempt to rectify their feud, their hatreds. At any
rate, Richard wasn't as silent, tearing at the pillowcase with his front
teeth as his prostate was discovered and repeatedly massaged.

His body slammed back and forth, Richard let his bloated shaft rub against
the blue bedspread, a terrible friction which served better than his hand
ever could.

In and out, in and out Edmund went, cupping on Richard's balls to slow him
down, squeezing the base of his hose until Edmund could feel himself tensing
up inside Richard's narrow chute.

"I-I love you, Richard..I-I-I hate you and oh FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK....."

At the last possible second, Edmund tossed Richard over, needing to see his
face on this historic occasion. That shift was enough to finish him off.
Years of obsession, jealousy, lust, rage had escaped him, had lodged between
Richard's thighs. Gallons of seed were deposited by one brother and
fertilized by the other, Edmund cursing and grunting in a deep growl as he
watched Richard's reaction through heavy eyelids. One last, angry pump of
Richard's cock by both men, and he ejaculated his pent-up load all over both
stomachs. He just couldn't stop, spraying until he thought his brain would
explode.

Richard pulled Edmund next to him on the pillow, licking his ear, kissing
his forehead, smelling his damp hair. It had been so long...

"Why, Edmund? Why did you drive me away? The man you were a few moments ago
was the Edmund I know. Loving, forceful, knowing what he wants. Why did you
ever keep yourself away?"

Every word was rasped out, as they were exhausted from exertion. Edmund bit
deep into his lip to keep his composure. The humiliation, the shame Edmund
felt, the hate in that man's eyes and his fists...

Richard petted his hair, begging him to confess.

"No, Richard. I...cannot...Father...he saw us one day, in the stables, and
after you left, beat me with a belt. He said I was going to corrupt you,
ruin the only true ruler of San Cristobel. That I was sick and dirty and
would never be loved. He wouldn't stop until I held back my screams, until I
took it like a man. I bled, and I bruised, but I finally shut my mouth long
enough for him to leave."

Richard swallowed a lump in his throat, chest rising from fury.

"That is why you wouldn't let me touch you or even go near you that day. The
bruises...such a bloody moron I was, not to notice. That bastard ruined our
lives before we had even left our mother's wombs."

Sitting up, Richard stared down at his brother, crying again. He noticed the
scar near Edmund's heart, remembered their epee duel which had led to Edmund
taunting Richard and Richard stabbing him in the heart, almost killing him.
Edmund picked up on Richard's line of sight, and smiled sadly, ruefully.

"We have inflicted as much pain to each other, possibly more, as our father
did. We are truly his children, whether by biology or behavior. He would be
pleased."

Richard sternly frowned, shaking his head. He placed his right hand on
Edmund's heart, the left stroking Edmund's naked, quivering arm.

"That changes now. We leave the mistakes in the past. Edmund, I..."

"This is not as easy as you wish. We must be realistic, see what our
relationship has become. All I have done, the monster I am..."

Richard propped Edmund's chin up with a finger.

"No! I see a brave man whom I have misjudged and mistreated, as you have
with me. I see two brothers who are never truly complete unless they are in
each other's lives...and beds. I want a true, fresh start, Edmund. I want to
know the brother I have lost track of. I want to know your mind, your body,
your spirit. You see a part of me no one else ever has..."

"And you I."

Richard extended a hand.

"Then do we agree? Brothers?"

Edmund considered his options. This was so damned difficult. Richard was
self-righteous, impossible to deal with, and had the unbearable Cassie Layne
as a wife, along with the Brady Bunch tagging along behind. He should walk
out the door. 'I should, bugger him.' Edmund mused to himself.

Instead, he clasped Richard's outstretched hand.

"Brothers."

Richard hugged his brother deeply, and shared a soulful kiss with him. He
wished every second could make up for the past, and that he didn't have to
go back to work soon.

Breaking their lips apart,Edmund rested his head on Richard's sturdy,
dependable chest, feeling his rock smiling down on him. He felt safe,
content. If only this could last forever. If only....

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