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Category: Adult, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Iris/ Stroud, Justin/ Iris
Warnings: sexual situations and graphic sex, brother/ sister romance
Spoilers: Anything from the second season is fair game.
Disclaimer: All Carnivale characters are the property of Dan Knauf and HBO. I derive no profit from this and no copyright infringement is intended.

La Douleur Exquise

"You disgust me" Iris stated as she tried to back away from Varlyn Stroud. "The feeling's mutual." he replied pressing more of his weight against her. Iris tried to move back again but found the wall of the hallway. "If anyone needs a good toss it's you." Stroud stated. He ran a hand down her side. Iris tensed the moment he touched her. "What do you know?" She struggled against him, but only a little. "I know you're a repressed spinster who probably can't remember the last time you got off." He kissed her firmly. When he pulled away from her several moments later they were both breathing quickly. Still pinning Iris against the wall with his hips and chest Stroud ran his hands down her body and pushed her skirt up to her waist. Nuzzling her neck he pressed himself against her. Iris felt conflicted. She couldn't deny that just being near Stroud disgusted her. She also couldn't deny the ache of desire she was feeling in her lower belly or the growing wetness between her legs. She was aware of Stroud's scent; a mixture of sweat, hair oil, cigarettes, and cheap cologne. Surprisingly it didn't bother her. Stroud ran a rough hand up her thigh. "I bet you'd be a real little wildcat if you could ever let yourself go."Iris glared and tried to ignore how she was feeling. "I don't think that's any of your concern." It wasn't. Neither was when the last time she had "gotten off" had been. And, contrary to his assertion she did remember when it was. It had been back in Mintern afte  she confessed to starting the fire in the Ministry.Iris remembered the bruising force of Justin's kiss and the feel of his large hands parting her robe and pushing her nightgown to her waist. She had relished the feeling of his weight anchoring her and the intensity with which he drove into her. That night she had had the most intense climax of her life. Thinking about this made her hips move involuntarily against Stroud. He chuckled and slid his hands to her bottom, squeezing it through the material of her dress."I think we ought to go someplace more private, don't you?" Iris glared again but let Stroud lead her into the nearest room, the guest room.
In the quiet bedroom Stroud pulled Iris into his arms again. His hands roamed over her and his hips ground against her. She bit her lip and struggled to keep from showing a reaction. She could feel his hardness pressing into her, and surprisingly found that she liked it."You smell so good, little lady" Stroud murmured, pushing Iris back on the bed. He kissed her deeply and reached a hand down to unbutton his trousers. With the other hand he opened the buttons on Iris's dress. Lying down next to her he pulled the garment open and slid a hand inside to fondle and stroke her breasts. Iris had to force herself to remain impassive again as his questing fingers found and rubbed a sensitive nipple. Her hips jerked against him as his lips closed on its mate. Stroud sucked deeply, relishing the tart taste of her and the way she moved against him and struggled not to moan. Raising his head he looked into her desire narrowed eyes. "Bastard" she breathed, reaching for him and unbuttoning his shirt. Stroud chuckled and hooked a finger into the band of her panties, pulling them down. Iris raised her hips to assist him. "I've been called worse." He kissed her hard and shifted his body on top of her.Iris ran her hands forcefully down his shoulders and back. She murmured as she felt him nudging her legs apart with his knee.
His hands adjusted her underneath him, then positioned himself at her opening. He groaned as he brushed his fingertips across her sex and felt how wet she was.
Feeling his touch, Iris couldn't keep from squirming. "Did anyone ever tell you how pretty you are for a woman your age?" Stroud grabbed her butt and pressed into her. He smiled at the sharp moan she was unable to suppress. "No need to hold back, little lady." Iris snarled and wrapped her legs around him. Groaning, Stroud began to thrust into her. They were both so caught up in what they were doing that they failed to notice that the door was ajar.
Justin Crowe slowly climbed the stairs. He had just finished a wonderful meal and was in good spirits. (good food ranked right up there with good sex in his opinion .) He wasn't sure he could say the same for Iris though. She had left the table before dessert and he hadn't seen hide nor hair of her since. He stepped into the second floor hallway and headed towards Iris's room. He wondered what had upset her so. He had only gone a few steps when he began to hear sounds coming from one of the rooms. Curious, he went to investigate. The sounds were coming from the unused guest room at the end of the hall. Standing outside the door, Justin's eyes widened as he realized what was going on inside. The door was partly open and he concealed himself behind it and peered around the edge. Iris lay in the middle of the once neatly made bed. Her skirt was hiked to her waist and the top of her dress was open exposing her breasts. The half naked body of Varlyn Stroud covered her. She was making sharp little cries and clutching at his back and hair as he pounded into her. Justin felt a rage come over him at the sight of his right hand man screwing his sister. He felt like charging in there, but for some reason stayed rooted to the spot where he stood. His hands clenched into fists and veins pulsed in his neck. Iris began to moan more sharply. Stroud's breath was coming in short digging gasps. Justin felt a knot of desire building in his lower belly, in direct counterpoint to the anger he was still feeling. He pressed a hand over his mouth to stifle a groan and stepped farther behind the door. "You bastard" Iris moaned. "You know, hate's as strong an emotion as love." Stroud gasped. "Show me how much you hate me." He drove even deeper into her and she cried out. Justin bit his lip and leaned his forehead against the cool wood of the door.Opening the bottom buttons of his cassock he absently rubbed the growing bulge in his trousers. Iris's cries reached a fever pitch. She arched against Stroud and her body went rigid as she had her release. Justin, finally able to move again hurried down the hall to his room. As ssoon as the door closed behind him Justin groaned and sannk down on the bed.

 He unbuttoned his trousers shuddering at the feel of cool air on his heated flesh. Closing his eyes he lay back, and sliding a hand into the opening in his pants proceeded to soothe the fire in his loins. When he left the room a few minutes later he was calm and in control again.
Stroud stepped out of the room at the end of the hall. "Evening Brother Justin." He straightened his tie. "Evening Brother Varlyn." Justin replied with poisonous charm. "Did you have a good time screwing my sister?" He glared at the balding man. "What do you mean? I didn't ..." Justin's eyes narrowed. "How was it." Stroud backed up several steps. "I think she enjoyed it more than I did. She's a real little wildcat when she let's her hair down." He regretted the words almost as soon as they were out of his mouth. Justin's face darkened. Stroud gasped and sank to his knees as if pushed. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." he gasped. "Get out of my sight before I decide to kill you where you stand." Justin growled. Stroud jumped to his feet and ran down the stairs like the Devil was on his heels. Justin sighed and walked down the hall, unbuttoning his cassock as he went.

In the guest room Iris lay on the bed with her eyes closed. What had she done? Alternating feelings of shame and disgust washed over her. She opened her eyes at the sound of footsteps entering the room. A click signaled that the door had been closed. Justin stood a few feet from the bed. His cassock was open, exposing the tattoo on his chest."How could you lie with him?" he asked her. "How could you?" Iris shook her head sadly. "I don't know. It just kind of happened." She couldn't look at her brother. He went to her and took her face roughly between his hands. "I'm sorry, Alexei." Iris murmured. Justin kissed her firmly. "I can taste him on you." He pushed Iris roughly back against the pillows. For several long moments he let his eyes roam over her, sighing at the sight of her dress unbuttoned to expose the modest swells of her breasts and the skirt still hiked to mid-thigh level and wincing at the healing scars on her knees. She made a move to pull her skirt down and he stopped her. The look on his face was a mixture of disgust and desire. Justin unbuttoned his trousers and lay down with his body half covering Iris.She wrapped her arms around him and turned her face against his shoulder. He groaned and snaked a hand between her thighs. Iris whimpered and tried in vain to close her legs. She gasped as Justin's fingers probed her still sensitized flesh and cried out when he brushed her swollen bud. He massaged the raised clump of nerve endings firmly, smiling at the way her hips jerked against him. "Alexei..." she moaned.Too soon, he removed his hand from her sex and shifted his position so he was fully on top of Iris. She whimpered and rubbed against him. "Patience." Justin whispered. He raised himself off her a bit, his fingers squeezing and massaging her breasts. Iris bit her lip to stifle a cry as he rubbed and pulled at an erect nipple.She squirmed and writhed under his ministrations arching against the pillows when he took the other nipple in his mouth. Justin continued the delicious things he was doing to her until she was painfully sensitive and ready to beg him to take her. He knew she'd never do that though, no matter how aroused she got. "Who do you belong to?" He growled, adjusting Iris beneath him. "Who?"He impaled her relishing her sharp gasp and the way her hands tightened on his back. "You Alexei." she managed. He pulled her arms from around him and pressed theem roughly back against the pillows. "That's right. You do." Holding Iris immobile he began to drive into her hard and fast. He wanted to put his seal on her, claim her as his again after the assignation with Stroud. "You're mine. All mine." Justin gasped. Iris's legs tightened around him and he began to push deeper into her, her cries music to his ears. Iris was nearly mindless with pleasure. Justin was a big man in more than just height and she relished the feeling of him filling her like no other man she had ever been with. He licked and nibbled at the hollow of her throat. She gasped then went totally rigid under him. He felt her internal muscles spasming around his cock and her teeth against his shoulder as she bit down to stifle a scream. "Iris" he groaned, his own release beginning. Moaning against her neck Justin emptied himself into her silky depths.
Afterwards they lay entwined together, his cassock covering them like a blanket. He nuzzled her neck and she moaned softly. The sound of footsteps on the stairs brought them back to reality. "We'd better get dressed before someone comes looking for us." Justin reluctantly pulled himself from Iris's warm embrace and began to refasten his clothing. Iris slowly sat up and buttoned her dress. Her lips felt bruised and there was an unfamiliar ache in her hips. Justin kissed her gently then left the room. Iris straightened her hair and clothes and followed him a short time later.