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Bloodied Indecency- AroxAro

Requested by @beigesatin

NSFW- Contains, blood, gore and sexual themes that are explicit.

Read at your own risk! ☺️

I haven’t edited this I’ve literally just finished writing this on the train to Whitby so please enjoy 😂😅

If the formatting is fucky blame tumblr mobile and Google Docs!

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Oh, we've got you by the throat

Ha-ha-ha, all you wanna be...

“I see, we share a face, a certain taste… this is where our similarities end. Another bore to endure at the behest of a higher power.” Aro sighs as he speaks his thoughts aloud, while he is not alone the words are not for the onlookers.

“What trick is this, you take my face and spit nonsense like bile.” The man below him, also Aro but from another life, another time… a universe so utterly identical in everything aside from the embellished flaws of men displayed like the feathers of peacock for all to marvel in awe at.

“Does the timbre of your voice match mine in intimate moments, I wonder?” There is a glint of interest in his eyes as he speaks to the man still trapped between his thighs as he straddles his identical counterpart

“What exactly are you implying is about to happen?”

Before either Aro could speak another word, a tired voice from the doorway interrupts, as does the sound of a lighter flaring to life and the first sensual crackling burn of a cigarette. The acrid smell of tobacco smoke fills the air almost instantly.

“He wants to know how you sound when you’re fuckin’.” Garrett exhales the deep lungful of smoke he had taken a second before speaking and flicks his dead-eyed gaze to the other Garrett.

“You’re a vampire, right?” This world’s Garrett, the other Garrett, the man identical to him in everything but the deathly pallor of his skin and the razor fangs, nods but doesn’t appear happy about it.

“Are you just gunna let him pin my husband down like that?”

Another deep inhale of cigarette smoke before he and his Aro share an empty half-crazed laugh. The room is hazy with the smoke now and their counterparts look uncomfortable, Aro more so, but he is being pinned to the bed by a vampire that somehow has strength in him that he could never hope of attaining for himself.

“Hey, I'm the only human in this room and you want me to wrestle a vampire off your husband? Just let him fuck him, otherwise, it’ll be worse for all of us.” No inflection in his voice as he continues to smoke and he doesn’t bother to grace vampire Garrett with his eye contact.

The cigarette is stubbed out on the stone wall, and the protests from one of the Aro’s go unnoticed, but he does watch with curiosity as other Garrett strides across the room toward the bed.

His hand is barely on Aro’s shoulder before he is blinking up at the ceiling and the dust of the stone floor is settling around him from the impact his body made with the ground.

“Told you…” Lighter flare, cigarette lit, and a long exhale before he decides to step over the vampire and take a seat by the shuttered window. “You should probably stay down there if you don’t want to see anything.”

His words are answered with a snarl but nothing more as the vampire gets ups from the floor brushing himself as he does so.

“Well, while you boys bond, I will take my time here with my… twin. Ahahaha!” Thrilled with his own joke Aro took no time in leaning down to press a deep and bruising kiss to the other’s lips, his fangs cutting into the soft flesh as the man below him struggled against his strength.

“You cannot hide your thoughts from me, you cannot hide what you want from yourself. You are an intelligent man are you not?” The kiss broke and blood and venom dripped from rapidly healing wounds as the man below him was mocked without mercy.

“I see everything inside you. I know you, I am you. Aro Volturi you see your own reflection in your own eyes. You are afraid of that which you see above you now but you are curious. Do you want to fuck me? I know that you do, you cannot hide your thoughts from yourself. I’ll tear you open and take it all from you and make you cum while I do it.”

There is the sound of fabric tearing, the dull whump! of clothing discarded to the floor before a surprised groan fills the air followed by the delighted hiss of pleasure.

“Are we just supposed to wait for them to be done?” The irritation in Garrett’s voice is mingled with a jealous pain that paints a picture of a bruised and bloody ego along with a heart straining to overcome something it has no control over.

“You don’t have to stick around, the choice is yours.” The cigarette other Garrett is smoking is nearly down to the filter again, though he isn’t paying attention.

Both men are steadfastly ignoring the moans coming from the bed, and the sound of a slick cunt being filled willingly after putting up very little fight.

“We… ah-! We are not the same.” Aro’s hands are gripping the sheets pulling them taut until they tear, but he was desperate to voice his observation.

“An obvious deviation from the template, yes. But a welcome one I am sure, as the moans you offer as supplication for your cock to be buried so deeply inside me give away your base desires as just as mine are.” He does not change his pace as he speaks, the slow rise and agonising slide down the throbbing length.

“Eloquent and yet staggeringly- ah! A-staggeringly vulgar.” It was surely hard for him to concentrate when the pleasure centres in his brain were on overdrive.

“Yes, I hear you from within. How much you want to cum inside me, claim me and perhaps I’ll let you.” A smile plays on his lips as he leans forward, hands on Aro’s chest, his nails digging into the pale flesh hard enough that blood wells up in the indents and slowly spills over leaving crimson trails over his skin.

His pleasure mingled with Aro’s as well as his underlying fear made for a heady mix. And soon his moans became louder, unstable like the howl of a terrible feral creature, his talon like nails digging deeper into other Aro’s skin, more blood wells up now a steady stream and moans become breathless and short.

“Oh, you enjoy this. We share the same tastes and the flavour is exquisite when I can taste it through another. You’re afraid and aroused, I can feel you’re on the edge…” The pace quickens and his grip is relinquished to lean back and paw at his clit uncaring for the rhythm as he chased his own pleasure.

“Make me cum, Aro. Fuck me hard the way you wish to, release your iron grip on decorum and lose your senses inside me.”

“This is unbearable-! How are you so calm about this?” Garrett is pacing by the door, he looks as though he is about to leave but feels too uneasy about the situation to allow his husband to leave his line of sight.

The conversation they would have after this would be a strange one, interesting to anyone on the outside looking in but painful for the two of them.

“You’re getting all worked up over nothing. It’s just sex, it’s meaningless, and I’m calm because I don’t give a fuck what he does. This is just who he is; a fucked up demon that follows any whim that comes to mind.

I mean, he doesn’t normally think with his cunt but I’m not really interested in how he thinks these days.” Another cigarette, and Garrett wants to tell the human version of himself to slow down to think of his health but it looks as though it would fall on deaf ears or… wilful apathy.

“Sure…” He turns away just in time to see other Aro beckoning his Garrett towards him and he hears the creak of the antique couch as the human dutifully obeys.

They share a kiss, hard and rough and when Garrett pulls away his lips are bloody but his pupils are blown wide and leans down to press another kiss to the cold lips he was so violently obsessed with.

“The cigarette smoke on your breath disgusts me, you disgust me, my lion,” Aro is purring his words as he continues to ride his doppelgänger into the mattress.

“Aro, fuck you.”

“Later, I’m not quite done here, my lion.”

The exchange over, Garrett moves back to his seat but he is restless now, his skin is flushed and he fidgets clearly aroused but he doesn’t say anything and he keeps his gaze firmly on his Aro.

“I-I’m so close…”

“Cum inside me, make it worth it.”

The purr is still in his voice and he leans down once again to press a kiss Aro’s lips before sliding slender fingers around his neck and squeezing tight.

It did not seem to bother the Aro that is being pressed into the bed surrounded by torn bed sheets. It spurred him on and his hips buck without any sort of rhythm as he cums hard, the Aro above him finishing at the same time with a long groan, his hands still around Aro’s neck.

“Good they’re done. You guys can get ready to leave now.” Garrett was itching to retrieve his husband from the clutches of the feral clone that had so thoroughly fucked him.

“They’re not done.”

“But they both… you know?”

“They’re not done.” Garrett didn’t even look at that world's version of him as he spoke. Though, he wasn’t looking at the two Aro’s either, rather through them with a haunted expression mingled with the bored acceptance that what was to come to pass would be impossible to intervene in.

Aro’s hands tighten again and finally the man below him began to struggle, his hands clamped around his wrists in a bid to extract himself but to no avail.

“Oh do fight, it makes it much better for the both of us.”

A moment of silence before the sickening crack of bones and the wet sound of tearing flesh and veins pervaded the air.

The sound of such an indecent moan followed and both Garretts watched in horrified silence as Aro slid off the bed holding his twins head a loft with unhinged triumph.

“Hmmm a satisfying end for both of us, now we return home, my lion.”

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