Ahh, the post-heist kickback, the most wonderful time of the evening. They'd pulled off another one, a big one, and it hit the sweet spot: tense, challenging, even frustrating, but they'd done it. They'd gotten out of there in the nick of time, driving away from the scene even as they heard the police sirens start to wail in the distance.
And here's the kicker: it was a royal palace. The two were on vacation in Monaco, and, well, even on vacation they couldn't resist the siren song of gold and jewels. The last time anyone pulled a job like that had been years ago, and it'd taken five people to do it. Flawless.
They went back to their hotel room and dumped it all on the ground. Gold necklaces, pearl bracelets, gemstones the size of your fist, coins enough to cover the entire floor of their suite, and a million other things besides.
"I think," Robo said, "we have definitely earned us a couple of beers."
"Mm-hmm." Mobo nodded. "Actually, hell, let's bust out the good stuff."
"The good stuff?"
"Check it out." Mobo snickered as he pulled out bottle after bottle of alcohol from his bag. "I took it from the kitchen. That's at least a grand's worth of booze right there. Wine, vodka, brandy, champagne…"
Oh hell yes. They cracked open the beer to warm up, then sampled everything else on the menu, laughing all the way. "See this, Robo?" Mobo said, waving around the bottle of champagne. "Now we can afford this!"
"Mobo, we got enough here that we could afford one of those every day for a year!" Robo scooped up a great big handful of gold coins and tossed them in the air. "No more two-bit jobs, no more stayin' in Badville…"
"Aw, but it's home sweet home," Mobo remarked, picking up a luxury watch. "Let's just enjoy the vacation while we can, huh?"
"Oh, I fully intend to." Robo emptied his glass, sighed, and promptly fell over, rolling around in the gold and jewelry. He cackled. "I can't believe we stole from the Prince of Monaco, Mobo!"
"I can't believe you actually took all those medals."
"I earned these medals!" Robo puffed. "I stole 'em fair and square! I earned this too, and this, and this…"
"Hey, I earned some of those too!" Mobo yelled, leaning over to grab some of the treasures out of his hands. "Gimme those!"
"Mm-mm!" Robo turned away from him. "They're all mine!"
"No they're not!"
"Are so!"
Mobo shoved him over and they rolled around on the floor, wrestling over their spoils until they knocked over an open can of beer, sending it spilling out over the jewels. They stared at it for a second, blinking, then fell apart laughing.
"That's perfect," Robo wheezed, grabbing a towel and halfheartedly throwing it on top of the mess. "Let's just get beer all over the royal family jewels."
"Rolling around in our hotel room getting booze on everything," Mobo chuckled. "We've really done it this time, Robo. We're public enemy number one now."
"Well, one and two. I'm number one," Robo said pointedly, "naturally."
"Like hell you are. I'm older."
"I'm taller."
"I'm stronger."
"I'm evil-er."
"No you're not."
"Am so."
"Yeah?" Mobo said. Robo was lying down on his back in the middle of their big, gaudy, shiny mess, and his brother leaned over to look down his nose at him. "What could you do right now that's more evil than rollin' around on the ground and getting booze all over the royal family's stuff?"
"I got just the thing," Robo said. He sat up, reached into the pile and pulled out string after string of gold and pearls, then draped them around his neck. "Heh heh…these look pretty good on me, huh?"
"Cripes." Mobo watched as Robo fingered the strings of pearls, humming tunelessly. "You're the vainest guy around, you know that?"
"I know." Robo picked up a hand mirror and admired himself. "Oof…they still smell like alcohol. That kinda just makes it better, though."
"Yeah?" Mobo crawled closer to him. He sat up behind Robo, looking over his shoulder into the mirror. "You're not kidding. Dirty," he chuckled into Robo's ear. "You're the dirtiest guy I know."
His brother turned bright red. A tiara slipped down across his eye, and he pushed it back up. "Yeah, well, exactly," he said, flustered. "Beat that."
"Lemme go bring some girls back here and I will."
"Hell no," Robo said. "I don't want anyone in or out of this room but us. You'll just gotta make do with me."
"Hah. You'd love that, wouldn't you?"
Robo turned to stare at him. "Seriously?" he asked. "You think I'd mess around with my own brother?"
They sat there, watching each other for a few tense seconds, and then Robo leaned in with a smug laugh. "I didn't know you were into that, Mobo. Now who's the dirty one?"
"Sh-shut up!" Mobo stammered, scooting away. "I was just joking! I'm not--"
"Yeah?" Robo crawled towards him. The necklaces shifted against each other, making shining sounds, and Mobo's eyes flickered from them to his brother's face. He leaned in closer, closer, until Mobo was backed up right against the wall. "Y'know," he said slowly, "we are on vacation. It's not like anyone's gonna know."
"Christ," Mobo breathed. "Robo, you're outta your mind."
"I'm outta my mind? What about you?" Robo huffed. "Whispering in my ear, calling me dirty and everything. You were coming on to me first! You're nothing but a hypocrite! A hypocrite!"
"All right already!" Mobo groused. "Get over here, you prick."
They pulled off each other's shirts, chattering all the while to defuse their nervousness. "I can't believe this," Mobo continued. "I could have any girl in Monaco and I got you instead."
"Yeah, well, any girl in Monaco wouldn't have helped you get all this shiny stuff, would she?" Robo sniped back, rattling the chains around his neck. "At least, not as good as I did. And it looks better on me anyway."
"You're really layin' it on th--hey," Mobo said, watching as Robo got down onto his knees. "What are you doing?"
"What's it look like, Einstein? I wanna suck you off." Robo tugged down his brother's pants and fished out his cock. "Jesus," he breathed, giving it a small tug. "You're...you're pretty big, Mobo."
"You didn't know that?" Mobo said smugly, trying to hold back a groan. "Told you I'm popular with the girls."
"And I told you--" Robo started. He cut himself off to take the head of Mobo's cock in his mouth, letting out a long moan as he rolled his tongue over the head. Mobo groaned and shuddered all through his body, his cock twitching as he started to drip precum onto Robo's tongue.
"Christ," he breathed, leaning back against the wall and setting a hand on his brother's head. "God, you're good at this. Ohhh fuck, oh fuck…"
"Mmm." Robo bobbed his head up and down, sucking him off with long, slow strokes. He pulled off of it, leaving it wet and trembling in the air, and looked up at Mobo smugly. "I told you I was better than a girl."
"I-I believe it, man," Mobo panted. "Now finish the job, huh?"
"Uh-uh." Robo shook his head and worked his pants down, then threw them somewhere toward the other side of the room. Mobo got a glimpse of his cock, long and stiff, flushed pink. "I want something else."
"Jesus, Robo." Mobo watched as his brother pulled open the bedside drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lotion. "You're not kidding around, huh? You wanna go all the way with this?"
"Yeah. Yeah." Robo leaned back, steadying himself against their pile of riches. He slicked up two of his fingers and pressed them against himself, huffing out a breath as he did it. "A-ah. Ah, f-fuck…"
"Uh-uh. Lemme do that." Mobo crawled over and grabbed the lotion, then pulled Robo's hand away and started to do it himself. Robo flinched, then sucked in a breath as he pushed one finger in, then another. "How's that?"
"A-ah. Ah." It took a second for him to be able to talk. His eyes fluttered behind his shades, and Mobo felt him tighten up around his fingers before relaxing. "U-unnhh. It's good. That's good."
Mobo moved his fingers in and out, fucking him slowly. "M-mmgh," his brother groaned, pushing his hips up a little to force them in deeper. "Mobo."
"Yeah? How are you holdin' up?"
"I-I'm fine, it's fine!" Robo was red-faced and panting. "For fuck's sake, Mobo, shove it in me already, okay?!"
"Hah!" Mobo barked out a laugh as he pulled his fingers out and leaned in closer. He reached around to grab Robo's hips, pulling him up a little so he could press into him slowly. "Can't…ummh...believe I'm actually making you beg."
"Shut up. Just…a-auhh…shut up and fuck me, you…"
"Greedy," Mobo panted. He leaned over and pushed Robo down onto their hoard, leaning over him as he started to fuck him with long, slow strokes. "Greedy…unhh…spoiled…fuck, Robo, you're tight…"
Robo grabbed at his shoulders. He let out a long, restrained whine from the back of his throat. "Nnhh--f-fuck--Mobo--come on, come on, more--hahh!" He let out a breath as Mobo pushed into him with a quick thrust, sinking as deep into him as he could. "Ahh, fuck!"
"Shit, you okay?"
Robo nodded. He looked like he was practically seeing stars. "Y-yeah, yeah, I'm…I'm good. Oh my fucking god," he moaned. "You're huge…"
"You like that?" Mobo replied smugly. He pulled out of him slowly and then started to ease in again. Robo's hands tightened on his shoulders. "Hey, Robo…you ever done this before?"
"Yeah, um, one or two…dozen times…"
"Anybody I know?"
"U-uh, from that old gang we pulled a job with," he replied, his voice hitching as Mobo fucked him with slow, steady thrusts. "The cleaner…g-go deeper, would ya?"
Mobo leaned over and steadied himself with one arm on the ground and the other one supporting one of his brother's legs. He pushed in deeper, deeper, and Robo let out a moan. "I remember him. Big beefy guy," he snickered. "You got a type, don't you? Big guys with big cocks?"
Robo turned bright red and nodded. "Was he as good as me?" Mobo continued, punctuating it with a quick thrust.
His brother gasped, tensing up, his cock jerking up against Mobo's stomach. "N-no," he said, and then he narrowed his eyes and grinned. "He was better."
Quick as a whip, Mobo pulled out of him and flipped him over. "Hey!" Robo exclaimed. "What do you think you're--oh fuck!" He let out a long, loud moan as his brother pushed into him again, fucking him hungrily with deep, hard strokes. "Oh fuck, oh fuck yes!"
"Nobody's better than me," Mobo growled into his ear. A long shudder went through Robo's body, making him tense up, his hands curling into fists. "I'll show you. Nobody's gonna--unhh--" He thrust into him again, harder. "--nobody else is gonna be good enough after I get through with you--"
"Oh fuck yes," Robo breathed. He dug his hands into their gold, holding on, shuddering and gasping as he took Mobo's cock again and again. "Oh fuck, fuck, Mobo, do it, pound me, come on!"
Mobo sat up, huffing out hot breaths as he drove into his brother again and again. "That's right," he crowed. "Come on, lemme hear it!"
"Fuck me!" Robo practically yowled. "Harder! Please!" He cried out as Mobo slammed his hips forward. "I want it! I want it!"
"S-spoiled--hahh--" Mobo's words started to break up as he fucked him harder and harder, digging his fingers into Robo's hips. "S-spoiled brat, begging to be fucked..."
"Fuck yeah," Robo slurred, pushing the words out between heavy gasps. "Fuck me, Mobo…oh fuck, big brother, give it to me..."
"J-Jesus!" Mobo gasped, his cock jerking eagerly, pulsing inside his brother, even as a spike of shame went through the rest of him. "Robo--"
"I'm gonna come," Robo moaned, digging his hands into the gold. His voice was a constant series of gasps and moans, his breath hitching every time Mobo drove into him. "I'm--f-fuck, Mobo, I'm gonna come, fuck me big bro, please--"
"I-I--"
Just do it, said a jaded voice in the back of Mobo's brain. You're already too far gone. And it wouldn't be the worst thing you've ever done.
Mobo grabbed Robo and hauled him up in his strong arms, wrapping them around his waist and holding him up as he thrust into him hard. "Fuck yes," he breathed, wrapping a hand around Robo's cock and pumping it slickly, wetly. "You like it when your big brother fucks you, huh?"
"Yes! Y-yeah, oh fuck yes!" Robo howled, bucking up into his hand.
"Yeah, well--" Mobo hesitated, but only for a moment. "--you take it so good, bro, I love giving you this hard cock…"
"Oh fuck," Robo whimpered, his cock pulsing eagerly in Mobo's hand. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…"
"C'mon, do it," Mobo ordered. Robo let out a long, loud cry, arching his back so hard that Mobo could whisper right into his ear. "Come for me!"
Robo's cock jerked in his brother's hand as he came, shooting jet after jet of come onto his stomach and up to his chest. His voice pitched up as he tightened up hard, and Mobo let out a low moan that was swallowed up by Robo's gasping and panting. He bucked into him, shooting over and over, shuddering through his whole body as he shot off again and again. "Jesus," he moaned, holding Robo close as he pushed into him one last time, deeply, with a slick sound. "Oh, fuck…Robo…"
They stayed like that for a minute, swaying uneasily, before Robo sank forward onto the pile of gold once more. "Holy shit," he gasped. "Holy shit…"
Mobo pulled out a little bit, groaning--and then pushed in again, with a long, slow thrust. Robo's back stiffened again as he let out another moan. "Ohhh, fuck."
"That okay?"
"Yeah. I dunno if I can go again, but…fuck, it's good."
"Hey, turn over."
Tiredly Robo flipped over onto his back. He was flush all over, pink and red, his cock softening and his glasses half off his face. Mobo leaned over to press in deeper, deeper, and they kissed.
"Mm…mm." Robo brought his arms up, long and lanky, to wrap around Mobo's shoulders. "This's something else, Mobo."
"Yeah?"
"I love it."
"Me too."
Another kiss.
"Fuck, big bro...your cock feels so good," Robo sighed. Then he blinked a couple times, trying to clear away the haze from his brain. "That's...kinda fucked up to say, isn't it?"
"Well, it's a fucked up thing to do," Mobo chuckled. He sat back, finally pulling out from his brother with a sigh. "Damn, though, that was…really intense."
"Yeah, yeah, for sure." Robo shakily got to his feet, though it looked like he could hardly stand. Mobo stood up after him, holding him steady. "Thanks. God, I need a shower. I got stuff all over me."
"Same here. Hah, we got all messy. C'mon, let's go." Mobo led him into the bathroom, and they started plucking things off of each other: some stray coins, a sticky string of pearls, some completely defiled medals. "Talk about outdoin' ourselves."
"Two criminal brothers, fuckin' each other on top of a pile of gold," Robo laughed. "Now that's poetry."
They turned on the water and stepped inside. "Gettin' clean afterwards ain't half bad either," Mobo added. He lathered up the washcloth and began to scrub Robo's stomach. "You're blushin', little brother."
"Shut up," Robo said reflexively. "I mean--yeah, well, this feels real nice...Can I do you next?"
"Sure."
Mobo handed him the cloth and Robo got to work washing him clean, sighing all the while. "I dunno how we're gonna feel about this when we get back home," he said, "but let's enjoy it while it lasts, huh? Just like you said."
Mobo laughed. "Yeah, yeah. La dolce vita and all that. The sweet life."
"The sweet life," Robo chuckled.