chineseink | [Biblical] Avera, R, Drama, Cain/Abel

forochel wanted Cain/Abel from the Holy Bible(!!!), with some hate/lust. Goddammit, Mishy, stop trying to drag me down to hell with you. >(

Avera
Biblical, Cain/Abel, R, 761 words
In which the serpent tempts another time.

Warning: Sensitive, blasphemous material follows. Read at your own risk.

Avera
by

meitachi

In the hushed rustle of the warm wind through newly-born leaves, verdant in the fresh, young world, the sudden exclamation was harsh to the ears. Cain had been gathering fruit from the trees, bright oranges and golden pears, rose-colored peaches and deep purple plums, all shimmering like jewels among the green leaves. The basket, rough and woven of reeds, was now set to his side, fruit toppling over the edge, as Cain trained his eyes on the snake before him, winding sinuously, sinisterly, through the grass towards him.

Eve had warned him against this devil’s creature, eyes so beguiling and bright, and the words it delivered soft and sibilant; alluring. Cain would have struck it immediately, crushing it beneath his heel, but it had hissed one thing at him, one tempting sentence that had given him pause just long enough to be wooed into his downfall.

He wore nothing but a few fig leaves stitched together to conceal his nudity, shame learned from his mother and father, and the sun was warm on his back as he made his way back to the clearing where he slept under the stars. A different sort of heat was surging through his blood, heavy and dark, and Cain could feel his senses sharpen—the sweet scent of the fruit in the basket, the brush of the leaves against his thighs, the trills and sighs of the different animals all around… The serpent had slipped away, disappearing into the shadows, after sinking its fangs in Cain’s ankle. He could feel the tinge of pain from the tiny punctures with every step, sending another wave of heat through him.

He stepped into the clearing and saw Abel, fair-haired and bronzed under the sun, tending to a cow. Cain’s breath stuttered and he felt something in him darken as he looked upon his brother, something that twisted his stomach with hate for that golden beauty, for the unmarked skin, for the smooth, supple line of muscle that defined Abel’s legs. Cain dropped the basket and let the fruit tumble out at his feet. He licked his lips, sweat beading along the back of his neck, a tremor slicking up his body.

“Abel,” he said, his voice a low rasp.

Abel lifted his head and smiled when he saw him. “Brother,” he said in reply, taking a step toward Cain that set him further in the sunlight, which slid across his body like raw honey. Three, four large steps and Cain had crossed the distance between them, his heart pounding loudly in his ears, frantically. He knocked Abel to the ground, straddling him with a fluid movement, and leaned over his brother, his eyes dark and his blood heated.

“Do you want me?” he demanded. But he didn’t wait for the reply as Abel’s eyes widened, instead crushing his mouth to the one below, desperate and wanting and angry. If this was sin, he thought, it tasted like the herbs Abel chewed and the crushed berries he’d eaten, and it felt empowering, with his brother’s arms tight under his fingers, golden color leaching away to the paleness of a fish’s belly. Cain slicked his tongue over Abel’s and thrust against his leg, fig leaves tearing and falling to pieces underneath the rhythmic motion, as new and old as the earth itself.

Abel moaned under him, clawing at Cain’s back with dirty nails, body writhing as if in pain, arching like the bow of willow tree’s branches that dipped and arced by the river. Cain had seen Eve spread like this before, her thighs pale despite the hot sun, Adam over her, panting as he thrust into her, repeatedly, lovingly, and Cain wanted Abel to be every bit as wanton and natural and beautiful. He wanted to claim this image of golden perfection for himself, wanted to destroy it, and so he bit savagely at Abel’s mouth, at his neck, fingers forming bruises on that perfect skin.

His vision was bathed in a red and black haze, his stomach heavy with lust and hatred, his shaft hard. He gave himself into this temptation, wrapping his calloused hands around himself and his brother in a vicious, rough pace, shuddering at the bone-deep sigh that escaped Abel, something like the dew that dotted the rich fruit hovering warm at the corners of his eyes. Cain licked at them and swallowed their salt. When he lay over his brother at last, blood finally cooling, he closed his eyes and thought of the serpent’s knowing, seducing words: his undoing.

He wants you, too.

Started/Finished: 12.26.2006

Avera means "sin" in Hebrew. And from whom does God want to protect Cain after Cain kills Abel? So far as we know, Adam and Eve and the only other people in the world. (And I am of the personal opinion that they were too busy populating the world to concern themselves much with Cain. Or Abel, for that matter. That explains everything! Parental negligence leads to fratricide. So, uh, don't leave your kid alone.)