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Adult Stories About Tomax and Xamot	By : bloodredsky8 Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 1972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own G.I. Joe: Renegades, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Explores the dynamics of the relationship between the Brothers of Light and how their psychic connection can bring them both unimaginable pleasure..and pain. Anal, Fingering, Incest, M/M
Tomax waved his arms and legs about, shifting in his sleep, enjoying the delicious feel of the cool sheets on his skin. He breathed a long sigh, keeping his eyes closed. It felt good to wake up slowly. He knew his tightly wound twin brother Xamot was already wide awake and had come to him in the morning. It was a game he often played half aware. How long until Xamot touched or spoke to him while he was in a half doze?
Feeling hot breath on his face, Tomax opened his eyes and parted his lips, allowing his brother to probe him deeply with his tongue. He murmured contentedly and pulled Xamot closer, stroking his hair and shoulders. Xamot broke the kiss only so he could climb up on the bed over his love, who stretched languorously beneath him and pushed himself up into a sitting position. Before Tomax could get stable, Xamot was on him kissing him hard, grasping his hair and pressing against his body. He fell back, pinned.
"Be...be gentle with me..OHHHHHHH...." he protested feebly.
Xamot responded with an animalistic grunt. He held Tomax firmly and started licking and nipping at his neck and shoulders. This would be no lazy morning lovemaking. Xamot intended to leave marks on his brother's body and impressions in the mattress as he fucked his brains out. Tomax shivered with pleasure, his breaths becoming labored, blood rushing to his pelvis. Through their psychic connection, he could feel Xamot's passion flood his loins with such an incredible force, he moaned and rolled his stiff manhood under his brother's weight the best he could. Both twins froze for a moment, trying to remove their minds from the ecstatic waves coursing through them so they wouldn't spontaneously cum on each others bellies. Each desired hard penetration in his own way. Xamot stopped his attentions and spoke his brother's name in a loud, throaty whisper. Suddenly, Tomax could see himself through Xamot's eyes; his eyes closed and face stricken, as if he knew he were about to awaken from a wonderful dream but wanted to hold on a bit longer.
Tomax was released momentarily as Xamot turned to grab a jar of lotion on the nightstand. He rolled over and stretched like a cat to get into position to be pleasured. Xamot rubbed his slippery hands over his muscular thighs, sighing with delight as he quickly jammed a finger inside of him. Tomax gasped in pain, trying to relax as a second finger slipped in, both curling around the spongy knob that irritated them so good. Each twin writhed in painful pleasure; Xamot sobbed and trembled, rage and frustration building at the invisible hand violating him inside. Finally he removed his hand and dug the nails of both painfully into his brother's back, screaming as he forcefully thrust into him, and through their connection...himself. Tomax grunted breathlessly and gripped the sheets, holding on for dear life. He concentrated on staying relaxed while at the same time trying to keep his knees from slipping as their shared sensations made him want to mimic his sibling's rhythm. His mind was only half on the build up, so when they came, the intensity took him by surprise. He collapsed, groaning with mindless abandonment, rolling half on his side. Xamot was unfazed; he hooked an arm under a knee and plunged into him harder. Only then was Tomax able to overcome their bond, letting go and relaxing as his brother forcefully moved inside of him. Both cried out sharply in unison as they came again, shuddering with a dizzying rapture so intense that for a moment, they couldn't tell who was who.
Both twins collapsed. Xamot rolled his hips with his penis still submerged wanting to prolong the glorious experience. Then he disengaged, grinding his pelvis into his brother's backside and hugging him with his whole body. He kissed his beloved's ear and whispered, "Little brother.."
Tomax lied still and satisfied under the weight they both felt. Technically, this was true, he was the little brother. They were momo twins and had spent most of their development in their mother's womb writhing entwined with their faces pressed together in the position of their fused souls. -So close were they that a natural birth had been impossible. They had to be delivered cesarean with Xamot being the first to be pulled out. He had screamed and screamed for hours at the shock of their psychic connection making him feel as if he were in two worlds at once. Tomax had taken in the experience secondhand and couldn't help but take it silently because he hadn't yet taken his first breath. When he was finally delivered, he had known what to expect. He had squalled a little, but went silent after being bathed and wrapped warm and secure, while his brother continued to shriek inconsolably.
This would set the pattern for their whole lives. Xamot had an irresistible drive to stand in front of his brother and take every trauma firsthand. He had even gone so far as to be touched by death, causing both to once again experience two worlds at once, although the brothers seldom thought about it and never spoke of it. The heart of Tomax had to once beat for both of them as Xamot waited to be healed and allowed to return to this world.
Xamot rolled over and entwined his arms with his beloved. "We should get up and shower now," he said.
The musky scent of their passion was thick around them. They felt filthy and slightly irritated inside. Even so, Tomax was becoming lost in the moving pictures forming behind his eyelids whenever he blinked. Through their bond, Xamot was pulled into his doze, and the brothers lied quietly entwined, shifting every so often to rub each others back.
After an hour or so, they became alert at once. "Now I'll be gentle," Xamot said as he trailed kisses along his brother's jaw and down his chest to his nipples, which he lightly circled his tongue around. Tomax moaned in his deep sultry voice, lying back passively and letting his love stroke and fondle him until both experienced a satisfying release.
Afterwards, the brothers got up, showered, then put on their robes and sandals. They had to make themselves presentable for their guests, the lost souls who had first come seeking advice and later decided to stay and become like a family to them. As they moved through their home, they observed their friends tending the fields and building upon the structures that brought them together as a community. Their once humble abode became an enterprise that became more extensive as more people wandered in.
When their first visitor, Franz, had stumbled upon them, he had found two beings made strange and subdued by their isolation. They had asked him how they could serve him. He could tell they were possessed by a strong psychic aura, and he had allowed them to get into his head and help him find peace. Now he stayed around with a desire to serve them. As more and more visitors arrived seeking their wisdom, the twins had swelled with vanity over their good work and started actively calling themselves The Brothers of Light, healers of soul and psyche. A small fantasy formed in the backs of their minds how maybe they could someday spread their reach further, help more people. -But they weren't any where near ready to aggressively pursue this ambition.
For now, the brothers stepped lightly through their days with a joie de vivre. They often felt the urge to skip around the compound like children, throwing their heads back with unbridled laughter and spinning each other around in an endless dance. For the sake of their guests, however, they maintained a solemn composure. Their joy forever leaked out in small ways, as a meaningful glance, a brushing of fingers or maybe even a low cackling as they shared a private joke with a punchline only they knew.
On this day, everything was about to go horribly wrong.
"Greetings...friend.." Tomax said vaguely, just turning away from giving his sibling a mischievous smirk for no reason. They had just been approached by Jacob, a wandering recluse who had shown up raving and delirious from infection. They had given him sanctuary while their extended family nursed him back to health. Though he got on with the others, he showed no desire to stay and had often looked upon the twins with bright intensity from a distance.
This was the first time Jacob had ever approached the Brothers of Light willingly. They had hopes he was coming around and would decide to stay, though his mind remained shut off from them. He still gave them this look as if he feared they were wild animals who would attack without warning.
The brothers were taken aback when he asked them, "What are you? Are you demons? -Kenites?"
LET US IN...LET US SHOW YOU.. they tried to soothingly channel into his mind.
This seemed to have the opposite effect. Jacob backed up with an expression of fear and rage. The twins had stared stupidly at him as he picked up an extra board from a nearby scaffold. Xamot figured it out at the last moment and stepped forward trying to fend him off as he swung. The blow caught his shoulder and the little bit of the side of his arm. Shocked, both spun around and fell in opposite directions, with Tomax taking in every bit of the experience through their connection. Both brothers curled up on their sides with their hands over their heads. Jacob stomped his foot heavily into Xamot's gut trying to shove him on his back. He was able to get one more strike in before the others came to their rescue and pulled him away.
Xamot tried to stand, but fell over, retching and spasming from shock and pain. Tomax remained curled on his side and started heaving and crying, his heart breaking from a memory of losing Xamot that touched the edge of his mind. He sensed he couldn't bear to go through it again. He felt many hands touching him to assist, and he choked out a command to help his sibling, as he was the one who was actually hurt. Most were helping Xamot; Tomax was confused as to how many hands were really touching him. A few kindly friends cradled him as he shook with sobs. He hated himself for showing weakness in front of the people who revered them so.
The twins took to their beds the rest of that day and the next. Each lay in his own, feverish and painful and not wanting any contact. Something changed in them on that day. For Tomax, it was a hardening of the heart. He was tired of being seen as the weak one, the crier in need of protection. For Xamot, it was a seed of anxiety growing inside of him as he started to feel he wasn't capable of keeping his beloved sibling safe on his own. Jacob had been locked in a small isolated cell. WE SHOULD MAKE HIM SEE WE AREN'T BAD GUYS.. the twins thought. As soon as they were better, they were determined to make him see. They would force him to love them, same as everyone else.
Xamot groaned and tried not move. After what he had been through, the bumps and bruises from their overzealous bedroom exertions suddenly didn't seem so bad. Tomax rubbed his painful left calf, astonished to see the giant dark chevron shaped bruise that covered almost the whole surface. He was the source of that pain, but he couldn't even keep track of how it happened. Such was both the blessing and the curse so uniquely theirs.
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