Chapter 19: Primal Bloodlust

Many of those present had already stopped dancing but it still isn’t too late to start, as Alunya takes up position in front of Antares and grins at him widely. Though he might not have been as old as any of the other dancers, he is able to keep up just fine as he spins around Antares, his hair whipping about his face as he smiles ear to ear.

Even Antares, surprisingly, is able to keep up; Unlike just a half hour ago, he finds himself moving more fluidly, some manner of gut instinct taking over. There is little complexity to the dance, mostly just being composed of Alunya spinning and twirling around him, ducking under Antares’s arms and generally making him look significantly more competent than he actually was; Though, even in his inebriated state, Antares began to jive with the rhythm as well, prancing from leg to leg in synchronization with his brother, a random mismash of different moves which, somehow, came out alright.

Alunya blinks up at him, happily, as he had finally gotten a chance to spend time with his older brother, captivated by the silvery shine of Antares’s eyes matching his own. So captivated, in fact, that he doesn’t even pay any heed to the numerous weird looks and muttered insults that were now surrounding them.

“What a disgrace. Reia’s son dancing with his own brother.” One of the men shakes his head.

“What do you expect of one of Reia’s kids? If his mother would just get married again, then maybe he’d have someone show him how to be a man.” One of the man’s friends replies, dismissively.

“Dumb bitch, doesn’t know a good thing when she sees it. Probably wanted a girl so she tried to raise one of her boys as one.” The first retorts, sullenly. “Maybe she’s alone because no man wants a lying whore like her.”

Antares, thankfully, was too out of it to even pay attention- The background noises of the festival had completely faded to just a dull, meaningless commotion in his mind. But the same did not extend to the sneering, ugly face of Kuzir, as the older adolescent stood directly in front of him, arms crossed in a judgemental pose.

“What the fuck do you Whiteheads think you’re doing? I knew you were pathetic, but I didn’t think you were this sick in the head.” Kuzir shakes his head in false sincerity. “I guess being a mother-fucker wasn’t good enough for you, huh? Needed to add brother-fucker to the list too?”

“ ... Huh?” Is all Antares manages to get out, his brain still not moving very quickly.

“You know, fucking your brother won’t make you a man no matter how many times you do it. Assuming he really is a boy at all, that is. With how effeminate you are, I guess it wouldn’t surprise me if you had a pussy hiding in your trousers.” Kuzir spits out with vitriol, shoving Antares back a couple steps, where Alunya catches him, holding Antares around the shoulders protectively while glaring fiercely at Kuzir.

“What are you even talking about?” Alunya demands. It was always kind of hard to tell what Kuzir meant by anything, with how many obscenities he fit into every sentence; Alunya still isn’t sure what half of them even mean.

“I’m saying...” Kuzir presses his finger into Alunya’s forehead. “That letting your brother fuck you in the ass won’t make him a real man, shit-for-brains. What, was jerking eachother off under the sheets not enough for you anymore?”

Alunya grimaces, at least a vague understanding of what Kuzir was accusing him of finally clicking, and growls out of a mixture of resentment and repulsion. “Take it back. Ari would never hurt me like that.” Alunya stares down Kuzir, every muscle in his body tensed.