You're laughing. People are freaking out in the Street Fighter community about Kenny Omega's character plotline having incest breeding kink implications and you're laughing.
Ok, so this is a little random ficlet piece inspired by conversations I had with @daphne-minor about the potential for a storyline where Nick got misted by the HOB.
This scene would take place after it had happened....
Ficlet is rated 18+
"Nick...Nicky," Matt murmured, his back pressed up against the wall.
A low chuckle came from the shadows and Nick emerged. His hair was in a low bun. Black strands of beads were dangling from his ears which matched the vintage beaded necklace he was wearing. His charcoal grey shirt was silk over tight black pants and black boots.
"Matthew. You have somethin' to say to me, my brother?" Matt's eyes flicked up and down his body.
"So now you're dressing like them too? No fashion. No real shoes. And...is that eyeliner?"
Nick frowned. "Are you gonna waste my time? 'Cause if you are, I will..." Matt grabbed his wrist.
"Nick please. Please stop this. Please come back."
Nick grinned, enveloping Matt's hand into his and then taking hold of his other one.
"Why Matthew, I haven't gone anywhere." He lifted Matt's arms over his head, pressing up against him. "I'm right here."
Then he smashed his lips against Matt's. Matt couldn't stop the moan at the back of his throat. Or the way that his hips rolled against Nick's. But that initial bloom of lust quickly withered as the kiss became cruel, biting and when Nick slammed Matt into the wall, making his head bounce off it.
Soon, Matt's mouth was flooded with a coppery taste and he squirmed to get away. When he finally did, he could see the smirk on his little brother's face, the blood on his lips.
"Matthew...."
"No," Matt whispered. One of Nick's eyebrows arched up.
"No? I don' think you mean that." Nick leaned closer, his breath ghosting on Matt's neck. "We both know this is what you want," he muttered into Matt's ear.
Nick reached down, his hand stroking Matt's thighs. "This is what you always wanted. What you needed." Nick's hand traveled higher, and Matt's eyes widened, his mouth falling open.
"I can feel how much you need it," Nick whispered. Matt's Adam's apple bobbed. "It's all right, Matthew. I'm here. I can take care of you."
Nick's other hand wound itself into Matt's hair and then yanked his head back.
"Nick...."
"Join us, Matthew. Find true strength and purpose in the House."
Then he pressed his mouth onto Matt's again, his other hand reaching into his pants to fondle him. Neither the kiss nor the touches were gentle.
Even worse, they were cold, mechanical. There was no passion or love behind them. There was only claiming, taking.
Matt wriggled out of Nick's hold, shoving him away. "No! Not...Nick, he wouldn't...not like that." Then he squared his shoulders. "Whoever you are, you're not my brother."
Nick wiped his mouth and snickered. "Believe what you want."
"And, and you can tell Malakai that I accept his challenge for next week," Matt added. "And that I'm going to find a partner to tag with."
Nick shrugged. "If you say so. I will tell him. Though I think you're bein' foolish."
"Nick...."
"Until next week, Matthew." Nick backed into the shadows and disappeared.
Matt slid down the wall, collapsing onto the floor into a sitting position, his head bowed, his eyes wet.
