On A Silver Horse It had been about 12 moons since I had last seen Dongho and my mind was frantically beginning to spin tales as if it were trying to turn my heart into shattered glass. He told me with his pinky even, that he would not be gone for long however I had now considered that maybe the great and truthful Kang Dongho was not quite as great and truthful as I had imagined him to be. Kang Dongho was a trouble maker as well as a huge charmer. His unnaturally golden hair was almost always tied in a simple knot above his head and he had this smile that could melt the hearts of any local girl in our village. I on the other hand was a simple boy. I followed orders and kept to polishing swords in my free time. I had shoulder length raven hair and a calming set of brown eyes that were nothing like my older brother's. Yes, Dongho was my older brother. He wasn't entirely too much older than me though, only around five years. Dongho was honestly the only family I had... Considering our parents had abandoned us so long ago. At about the time that a small cherry blossom drifted its way into the open window of my room, I heard a knock at my front door that almost made my heart leap out of my throat. Hesitantly, I stumbled onto my feet and quietly set foot down the stairs, only to be met with an open door and a dagger at my throat. My eyes widened frantically and before I knew it, I was relaxing once more at the sound of a deep laughter. " Missed me Minki?" He cooed whilst patting my stomach. My insides did a small uncomfortable series of flips as I tried to keep still so no mark would be left by his blade. He pocketed his weapon after sensing the tension and shoved me aside with an almost playful grin, I on the other hand was anything but pleased. I rubbed my neck sheepishly, eyes meeting my brother's dilated ones and I could not stop myself from gulping. He seemed so dark... So intimidating. Had he grown taller? Handsomer? He seemed different. I backed up a few paces when I realized that he was slowly approaching and now he seemed even more of a tower than ever. I flinched as a cold hand reached out to cup the left side of my face and my heart began racing. Was it fear? " Y-Your hand...Its.. Its so cold," I stuttered out of fright and his eyes never left mine. Neither did his hand from my cheek. His gaze was burning through me and I could feel my face heating up. " They say men with cold hands have warm hearts~ Do you reckon that is true?" His voice had changed so suddenly. It had become noticeably deeper and that fact sent a strange shiver down my spine. Before any words could possibly escape my lips, his left hand had grabbed my right and his fingers slid down to wrap around my wrist. The way his digits danced so slowly against my skin almost made my eyelids shut from the deranged pleasure of it all. A small unwanted gasp left me as he brought my palm against his clothed chest and I could feel the very beat of his body. It was quite quick and strong unlike mine that was recklessly bounding at a random pace. It took me a few moments to notice how my back had met the bamboo frame of the door and how warm breath was tickling my neck. This was so different. Different to how I had pictured him to be. He was so gentle towards me as if he was afraid of breaking me. I did not want him to see me as a clay doll. I was not delicate. I was far from being a woman so I had no wish of being treated as such. It was abnormal, we were abnormal. We were sinning were we not? This was nothing like the way a pair of brothers should act towards each other. Brothers should not touch each other. Their hearts are not meant to race when their eyes make contact and beyond all, it is completely forbidden for a man to feel attracted to another man. Dongho did not even seem to mind let alone care. His rough lips pressed against the delicate area just below my ear and I tensed up at the sudden tingly sensation. Gripping his silk sleeves, I closed my eyes. Just this once, I would allow him to use me as he did to majority of the women in our village. Only once. " D-Dongho~" I gasped at the sudden intrusion of his hand underneath the fabric of my clothes. His fingers pinched and rubbed my skin in the most arousing way that my body was starting to crave his touch. I felt myself hardening as his tongue dragged down my neck, teeth grazing hard enough that I was sure a mark would be right there in the morning. He sucked and nibbled on my collarbone, soon shoving the tattered material down my shoulders. I felt suddenly so shy, so bare and it was unfair because he was still very much clothed and calm while I was breathless and currently the epitome of hideousness. " My dear brother..." his voice was velvet to my ears. " May I kiss you?" I wanted to scoff at such a question. He had me slumped against a paper thin wall, clothes hanging off of me at my waist and elbows, reddened flesh for all to see with love bites scattered across my nape and collar; I was completely undone and whorishly needing satisfaction from him but he still manages the annoyingly innocent request for permission to press his lips against mine. Unbelievable. " Dong-" Then before he even gave me a chance to answer, I felt wet lips already crashing against my own. A muffled groan got mixed up into the kiss as his tongue entered my mouth and swirled around my own pink muscle. His hands were undoing the ties that kept my clothes together and as the fabric hung away from my skin, I knew I was fully naked and at his mercy. Predictably ( sort of), the paper wall beneath our weight ripped but luckily he had snaked an arm around my waist and kept me from falling backwards. I let the sleeves fall down my arms and heard the thick material hit the wooden floor as I let a hand rest at my brother's nape. I beckoned him in for a sloppier kiss while my right hand made work of his ties. He pushed my hand away, clearly not wanting to be unclothed. Despite my disappointment, he made up for that by hooking both his hands under my thighs and yanking me upwards so that my legs wrapped firmly around his waist. I somehow missed the way he winced at the contact and he rushed me up the stairs, my throbbing need slapping against my stomach and his clothing which emitted whines and moans from me. He was clearly just as desperate as I was because a couple of times, my ass had made contact with a wet patch on his silk. The bulge that lay beneath made it even harder for me to concentrate on where we were going. My lips, swollen and red, were parted in a harsh gasp as he threw me down against the mat on the floor of my room and an even louder gasp left my lips when Dongho pulled the fabric of his clothes high enough to expose his lower half that was deliciously bare and speedily wrapped fingers around his painfully large dick in order to press the tip against my virgin entrance. My eyes were rolling to the back of my head as he swirled the head around my twitching hole and I spread my legs wide to welcome the devil himself. How could a sin possibly be so exciting? He buried his nose against the crook of my neck as he slowly pushed inside. It was godawful. My body felt as if I had been impaled and I could really feel myself splitting in half. Dongho would mumble sweet #poems and songs against my messily tied hair to calm me down as he filled me up inch by inch and finally when I felt his balls pressing against my ass, I knew he was fully inside of me. I had no idea I was sobbing until Dongho pulled away to look me in the eyes and whispered a soft yet reassuring, " Baby don't cry~" He peppered warm kisses across my face and my eyes drifted shut, his lips pressing against each closed lid before disappearing. I opened my eyes, only to screw them shut as he stroked my hips gently and took his time pulling out. As his name left in broken up pieces from my lips, he slammed himself all the way back in to the hilt, causing my eyes to roll backwards and a lewd cry to spill from my lips. I dug my nails into the fabric around his shoulders and sobbed weakly as my body arched upwards from the sudden mixture of sinful pleasure and excruciating pain. His dick had touched something inside of me that was even now wracking shivers across my body. " Kang Minki..." He groaned, licking his lips, " I love you more than anything in the world.." He added, while pulling out once more and repeating his rough thrusting inside of me, ripping embarrassingly loud moans from us both. I was almost certain that it was the lust that was blocking out his rationality yet deep down, I was begging for his words to be true. Soon enough, I found myself rolling my hips back to meet his deep thrusts and with every thrust came loud cries or nearly synchronized gasps for breath as skin slapped against skin. His silk surprisingly rubbed the backs of my thighs raw as he fucked me. As he made me his through and through. It didn't take long for me to reach my very first orgasm, without barely even needing to be touched. I was sent into a state of high while words such as " Dongho, ah Dongho~" left my lips. The musky scent of my fluids alongside the blood drying against my ass and the sweat dripping down Dongho's forehead all had a part to play in sending me to an awkward second orgasm. Dongho came inside of me with one last deep, exhausted and out of rhythm thrust before collapsing against me. It was when I wrapped my arms around him to hug him that I noticed the wet patch of clothing that clung to his back. " D-Dongho??" I widened my eyes when I brought my hand up to my face and saw that it was blood. He had been bleeding. Countless emotions of fear and worry and pain all mashed up into one; I took him by the shoulders and shook him roughly. He was silent and his breathing was barely audible. I brought my fingers up to the stray bunches of hair that hung out of its ribbon and ran them through the soft locks. " Dong-" " I love you so so much Minki. Please don't forget that... Don't forget me~" he muttered, stroking small circles into my sides that were far from comforting. What had happened while my brother was out? " T-Tell me you love me just this once." I heard his voice disappearing and his heart rate was slowing in contrast to my frightened racing one. I couldn't say it. For some reasons the gods have all turned against me and were binding my lips together. " Do you even love me?" Just the tone of his voice was enough to pull salty tears from my eyes. My throat had gone dry. I opened my lips to tell him the words that I had longed to tell him for years and as I whispered them, he smiled for a brief moment against my neck before I felt him go limp. I was in disbelief. I started screaming at him to wake up. I started slapping his shoulders but he wouldn't move. He was dead. He was dead. Those words repeated in my head like a cruel curse from the gods. I shouldn't have let him disappear for so long. I should have kept him by my side. Yet if he had stayed then would I have ever known he loved me? Shoving him off of me, I brought my hand over my mouth and sobbed even harder as I pulled the silk away from his skin to reveal a large gash across his back. I clutched the fabric and trembled heavily from the sadness. I sang softly, the words he would always sing to me before bed and grabbed for the sword from my small dresser. I brought the blade against my stomach while closing my eyes and whispering a short, " I'll see you there." Before thrusting the metal through my gut and collapsing instantly down beside him. I let the twilight engulf me, the last vision in my mind was of Dongho waiting for me on a silver horse, fresh snow crunching beneath its hooves and that heart-throb of a smile plastered on his face as he held his hand out and beckoned for me to come towards him. "The songbird sings a song of sweet nothings, The blossoms drift and caress the wind. A butterfly may live for only seven days, yet it spends those days without complaint until the very end."