#vyas

Maeus made his way slowly to the door of his bedroom, opening the door in a way that would avoid the terrible creaking noise.

The sound of a whisper… a hushed tone that seemed not so hush in the silence of the home.

There was a frown present, the man starting to tense up. There shouldn’t have been anyone in there, and if it was something bad… he’d prepare to throw a good fight at it. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t.

He snuck down the small hallway, his feet silent against the wooden floors he knew so well. Inch by inch he made his way towards the kitchen. The sounds seemed more clear now, and just as it came into view, he sucked in a breath and his eyes widened.

There, right on the countertop- the KITCHEN countertop was a pair of people. Fully in the nude and clearly going at one another in a very promiscuous way.

Already, Alamaeus felt heat rise to his face out of embarrassment… stumbling upon such a scene so abruptly. He rose his hand to his mouth, suddenly painfully aware of every little sound that he made… and every sound they made.

There was the slap of flesh, the quiet moan and a small plead for more laced with an adoring name.

His eyes widened further, recognizing exactly what it was… and WHO it was.

“Sarahnis… ah…” Came the familiar baritone.

Her response was clear, all the way to Alamaeus who hid in the hall, “Oh Vy… Vyas. Oh that feels good.”

It was hard to tell if it was another moan or a laugh (light, he didn’t know his brother like that), but Vyas spoke with his voice breathy, “Y’know...I have an idea.”

She laughed in response (that was -actually- a laugh, he could tell), “Wasn’t - ah - this your idea already?”

“Guilty as charged….” There was a pause and his words broke in favor of another low moan. “No, I was thinking we could get some of the food out….”

Oh, light, not the food. Alamaeus paled.

“You’re -hungry-? -Now-?”

Vyas laughed (that had to have been a laugh). “Sara….” He trailed off, his intentions left vague but suggestive.

Alamaeus contemplated running, but that would make too much noise. Oh, light. Light, what-- not the food. Please, light, not the food.

“Maeus would die, Vyas,” she responded with a bit of a laugh, but as there was another bang, she moaned loudly. Loudly, and then tried to hush herself. “No, no. Let’s just--...ah….”

“--keep with--...”

“--this, yes,” she said, her voice starting to get breathier. She was breathing harder and faster and--

-Light-.

The poor man stuck in the dark hallway didn’t know what to do. Both embarrassed and a slight bit panicked at suddenly stumbling upon his brother and his sister-in-law fucking lewdly on the counter. He might have had the right to say something… perhaps… but it was their house.

He tried to move one way, stopping as he heard another moan, louder this time, followed by another clang of pans that had been left on the counter being moved away by their movements.

Oh light… oh light!

He turned quicker, silently scooting away from the scene and back into his bedroom as soon as possible. Once he was finally in the safety of the far more comfortable and familiar space that was his own, the wood of the door pressed to his back, he let out a breath.

“Light… let me forget that.” He prayed ever so quietly, closing his eyes and trying to already wash the image away with any other thought he could conjure.