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Mar 22, 2015

Pompous Prick

Awwwwww man this was so good. It had everything. Sex, swearing, darknesssssss. So very good. Thanks so much stranger. You were a blast!

Stranger: You been stealing my smokes? SM (19)

You: What's it matter? Not like you need them all. SvM

Stranger: Matters because you're paying me back. SM

You: I am not. SvM

Stranger: You go in my room, you take my smokes, you pay me back or you get your ass beat, the choice is yours. SM

You: How am I supposed to pay you back? I don't even any money, besides, I'm your brother. SvM

Stranger: You get a job instead of stealing from your own brother, you little shit. SM

You: I'm too busy with actually getting an education. SvM

Stranger: And education that's bleeding you fucking dry. Christ. SM

Stranger: At least the army's an income you little shit. When I leave next month you'll have no one to steal off at all. SM

You: Fuck off, Sebastian. SvM I'd rather live than die. SvM

Stranger: I'm not going to die, moron. I'm too good. SM

You: Sure you are. Real fucking good at being full of yourself. SvM

Stranger: Full of myself and a damn good shot. SM

You: Jesus Christ. Where are you going anyway? SvM

Stranger: Basic training. Up Norfolk way, so I'll be a good couple hours away. You can't get yourself in trouble. SM

Stranger: I wont be able to come back and get you out. SM

You: Good, then I won't be anywhere near you when I go into training. SvM

Stranger: What? Training for what? SM

You: You didn't think I'd just acquire all this fucking debt, yeah? SvM I'm not ending up like, Da. So I joined too. SvM

Stranger: Oh, get the fuck out. /You/? SM

You: Shut the fuck up. SvM Like I can't fucking join. I know how to fight. SvM

Stranger: Come on Rinny, you know it's more than just fucking fighting. You were shit with hunting for gods sake, you think you can kill a living, breathing person? SM

You: I could be part of the intelligence section, or something. A lot fucking smarter than you are. Sv<

You: *SvM

Stranger: Come on baby you're not a fucking soldier. SM

Stranger: What the fuck happened to getting an education? That was supposed to you, you were supposed to be the smart little bastard. SM

You: The fucking debt that came with it. Stop calling me baby. SvM I'm not one of your girlfriends. SvM Besides, it's already been done, okay? SvM

Stranger: I always call you baby, you're always going to be my little baby brother. SM Bet you drop out. SM

You: Shut the fuck up, Sebastian. SvM I'm not going to fucking drop out. I'd be killed before that ever happens. SvM

Stranger: Yeah, you probably fucking will be. SM

You: Yeah, well. Doesn't matter. SvM [Delayed] I'll get you some fucking smokes, alright? SvM

Stranger: Matters to me baby. SM

You: Yes, sucks to see your 'little baby brother' go. SvM Stop calling me baby, Sebastian. SvM

Stranger: Nope. You're going to get yourself hurt Sev, and it's for nothing. SM

You: Like you're any fucking better. SvM

Stranger: I'm good at what I do. SM

Stranger: Anyway, I'm not smart like you am I? Don't have another choice. SM

You: Liar. SvM

Stranger: Rin, I ain't smart. That's you. SM

You: You could just get a job and stay though. No need to fucking go to war. SvM

Stranger: Da always said I'd be a good soldier. It's what I actually want. You honestly want to do this? Seriously? SM

You: No, I don't, but I'm also not a quitter. SvM

Stranger: Jesus Sev... SM

Stranger: You're a moron. SM

You: I know. SvM [Delayed] Do I really have to buy you a pack? SvM

Stranger: No. Guess you don't. SM

You: Thank fucking God. I would have had to prostitute myself. SvM I'd look like a fucking joke out on the streets offering to pops someone off for a pack. SvM

Stranger: Jesus Rin, don't even joke you little shit. SM

You: What? Why are you still so uptight? SvM

Stranger: Because I don't like thinking about my baby brother out sucking dick for smokes maybe. Why the fuck do you think? SM

You: You can handle the talk about me going to war too, but the moment it gets to sucking cock, you flip? SvM You do know I'm a poof, yeah? SvM

Stranger: Just, shut it Rin, we don't need to talk about it. SM

You: Figured you wouldn't support it. Well, least it's off my chest, yeah? SvM

Stranger: Yeah. Alright. SM

You: So, now what? You got anything more you wanted to talk about? SvM Or are you going to be beat me up? SvM

Stranger: The fuck would I beat you up for? SM

You: You said if I didn't pay up, or replace it, you'd beat me up. SvM Figured, with you a bit all up tight, you'd still do it SvM

Stranger: Nah Rin. Doesn't matter now. SM

You: Right... So now what? SvM

Stranger: Now, fuck knows. I don't know. Just don't take my shit again. SM

You: Or you'll actually beat me up? SvM

Stranger: No Rin it'll just piss me off. SM

You: So I shouldn't say that I took a few of your shirts, or uh, a few other things, yeah? SvM

Stranger: Fucking hell Severin! SM

You: The look on your fucking face, bet it's fucking hilarious. SvM

Stranger: Get the fuck home. Now. SM

You: Yeah, no. SvM

Stranger: Now. SM

You: Or what? SvM Not like you're gonna come all the way out here to get me. SvM I'm just gonna enjoy you being pissed off and far away. SvM

Stranger: Where the fuck are you? SM

You: I'm at Stamford's. SvM. [Delayed] Fuck. SvM

Stranger: Yeah, nice one. On my way. SM

You: I didn't really take anything but the smokes, you know. SvM

Stranger: I don't give a fuck. SM

You: So what? You're gonna come here and beat me up? SvM

Stranger: No. Going to come drag you home then beat you up. SM

You: I could leave before you get here. SvM

Stranger: It'll just make me more mad when I find you. SM

You: I could go into hiding... SvM Fuck, but you know everyone I now. SvM

Stranger: Stop being a little baby and come home yourself. SM

You: You call me baby all the time, so what? SvM

Stranger: Get the fuck home Severin, stop being difficult. SM

You: Fucking fine. SvM [Delayed] I'm on my way. SvM

Stranger: Good boy. SM

You: [No Response]

You: Severin dragged a hand through his hair and grunted his displeasure. Yeah, he may have fucking deserved it, but he really wasn't in the mood for a sparring match. One he knew Sebastian would because he always fucking one. Saying his goodbyes, the male resigned himself to the worst of the evening; black eyes, split lips, bruised rib cage most likely. It was never too bad, just always fucking stung when it happened. Making his way home, it took maybe forty minutes, and he was really procrastinating it. However, when he finally came home, he opened the door and immediately started to talk. "C'mon, Bash. Not like it was anythin' too bad, yeah...?" He tried, as if it might help or deter his brother's next actions. "Just a few smokes, and some clothes."

Stranger: "My fuckin' smokes, and /my/ fuckin' clothes." Sebastian called from the kitchen, halfway through cooking. He paused to turn the burner off, following the sound of his brother's voice into the hall, leaning up against the kitchen door frame with arms folded tight across his chest. "Empty out your bag. G'on, empty it, everything in it's mine anyway I bet you anything."

You: "Fuck you, I didn't really take all of it." He shot back, though that was partly a lie. He didn't want to open up his bag because, yeah, there might be a few things in there that were Sebastian's... There were also things he didn't want the man to see. "I'm not just going to empty my bag-hey, are you cooking? Smells like something is burning." Severin started in an attempt to distract the other. "What are you cooking?"

Stranger: "Not burning, you little fuck." Sebastian muttered, shoving away from the door, striding through the hall to snatch his brother's bag from his shoulder, turning on his heel to carry it back to the kitchen. "Come sit down, it's nearly done." He wasn't as easily distracted as Severin liked to think, knew every one of his baby brother's tricks. Sebastian set the bag down on the table, unzipping it with one hand as the free hand reached back to switch on the burner.

You: Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Sebastian, Basher, c'mon. Don't, just-fuck! Don't open up my bag!" He started, rushing forward in an attempt to grab it. So what that his brother knew all his tricks? He'd use every single one just to get the bag back. There were embarrassing things in there that he really didn't want the other to know about. "Fuck, if I concede, will you stop searching my bag? Sebastian, please. Just let go of my fucking bag, alright?" He tried, snatching the bottom with one hand to tug it down.

Stranger: Sebastian slapped his brother's hand away, pulling his bag further along the table as he opened it, raising an eyebrow at the contents. "Christ, Rinny." He pulled out a stack of his shirts and a packet of cigarettes, pocketing the latter, dumping the shirts on the counter. He scanned over the rest of the contents with a raised eyebrow, scoffing a little, before zipping it up, pushing it back to Severin. "Little freak, aren't you Rinny?"

You: Face burning, he grabbed the bag and shoved his brother away. "Shut the fuck up!" He shot back, the bag hugged tightly to his chest tightly "Fuck off. Not like you're not a freak either-doesn't fucking matter. You've got your fuckin' shit back anyways" He bit out, turning on his heel to walk away. "You're such a fuckin' twat, Sebastian." Severin finished, marching to his room to ignore the other male.

You: *Minus a tightly

Stranger: Sebastian clicked his tongue irritably, reaching back to grab Severin's arm, jerking him back a little harder than he needed to. "Sit down. Told you, food's ready." He pushed Severin gently towards the table, before shifting his attention back to his cooking. He was silent for a second, chewing his cheek as he thought, before breaking into a small smirk. "So. Where'd you get all that shit anyway?"

You: Severin stumbled back, more irritable than before now. He was just about to shout something, call his brother an arse or something along the lines. When he was ushered to the table, he sat down and dropped the bag at his feet. Stone silent as his brother turned his attention elsewhere. It was the question that deigned a response, one where he threw a spoon at the male in all his aggravation. "Fuck off, Sebastian. Not like it fuckin' matters anyway. Just serve the food so I can tell you it sucks and go to my room."

Stranger: Sebastian grit his teeth, reaching out to tear a knife from the holder on the counter, miming throwing it Severin's way, just to see him flinch. "Watch it, baby." He teased, putting it back down as he turned back to his cooking. "I was just asking a question, but, whatever. Guess you're too much of a little princess to have a real conversation."

You: The knife did make Severin flinch, but he knew it was coming and that just pissed him off more. So he threw his fork too, and then Sebastian's spoon to just add to the mix. "Fucking liar It's not a conversation-you want to know so you can make fun of me. Yeah, I'm a fuckin' freak. There you go. Your freaky baby brother, got all those toys from kissing boys." He bit out, looking for something else he could throw.

Stranger: Sebastian dodged the makeshift missiles that time, snickering hysterically as he did. He shoved away from the counter, stepping up behind Severin's chair before he could get too far, leaning down to wrap his arm around his shoulders, brushing a kiss to his cheek, just to get under his skin. "I don't give a fuck who you kiss, baby. You ain't special. Lotta pretty boys out there, I don't blame you." He pulled back, mussing up his brother's hair, not wanting to seem too soft, just wanting him to know it was okay.

You: Sebastian's nonchalance and laughter only made it worse. He wanted to knew his brother in the pit of his stomach and punch the smirk right off his face. "Stop calling me baby." He ordered, hands reaching to grab his brother's shirt when lips brushed his cheek. It wasn't the last straw until his tousled up his hair like he were some fucking child. Fuck, he hated that. Grabbing his brother by the front of his shirt, he tugged him down to press a rough kiss to his lips with the full on affect of teeth clacking together before he let go. "Think a baby would kiss like that?"

Stranger: It took a lot to throw off Sebastian, though for once Severin had just about swung it. He didn't move for a second, running his thumb over his lower lip, a little dazed. Sebastian reached up to pull Severin's hand away from his shirt, straightening up."Apparently so. At least, my baby does." He flashed him a smirk again, back on track as the unphasable little shit that ground on his brother's nerves.

You: Yeah, right then Severin couldn't hold back the punch that was coming straight for that smirk. Nothing could hold him back from attacking. "Fuck you." He bit out, rushing to lunge right after the man. Did he expect to win? No. Sebastian always did, but he could land in a few quick throws that would have him smiling every time he saw his brother. His nerves were shot, and the pleasure he had experienced at finally one upping the other was gone.

Stranger: Sebastian had his guard up as his back hit the counter, only allowing Severin to get in that one good hit, before he threw his full body weight into his brother, sliding his foot behind Severin's ankles to trip him up. Sebastian slid his hand up behind Severin's head as they both fell, stopping him from cracking his skull on the kitchen floor, though the second they were down, that hand fisted in his hair instead. He sat on Severin's hips, pinning him with his weight, free hand circling his throat. "The fuck's wrong with you, baby?" He murmured, deliberately using his old nickname to get a rise. "Huh? What's your problem?"

You: It wasn't a good moment for Severin. The whole evening had just really been a complete waste of time. He knew he'd lost as soon as Sebastian had his foot behind him. Fuck it all. He closed his eyes tightly, reaching for something to grab onto as if it might keep him from falling. He was only just the littlest bit relieved once they were down and the only thing injured was his pride. With the hand in his hair, he tipped his head back to alleviate any strain on his follicles a bucked up his hips. "You're my fucking problem," he bit out, pulse jumping with the hand right at his throat. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He needed to pay attention to something else. "That's what's wrong."

Stranger: "I'm not your fuckin' problem, I'm the exact opposite of your fuckin' problem." Sebastian grit out,fingers loosening up on his throat, sliding along his throat, the back of his fingers grazing across his cheek.He sighed, shaking his head. "I pay for all your shit Rin, so you could get through school. Pay for all your stupid school shit, make sure you don't starve, don't beat on your too hard for stealing my shit. Who else is going to put up with that shit? Mm? I'm not your problem."

You: He bit down on the inside of his cheek, wanting to scream because that hand moved. Because he couldn't even fucking tell his brother cause it was so wrong. "And you're fucking leave me. How the fuck am I supposed to take that? You're gonna be gone, gonna get yourself fucking shot, and they're gonna come to the door... And they're gonna say you were great, but they're not gonna know every single fucking reason why-fuck yeah, you're my fuckin' problem." Severin retorted, reaching with a hand to grab his brother by his Shirt to drag him down a bit. "So go on then, beat me, like I fuckin' deserve it."

Stranger: Sebastian stared at him with a bemused little frown. He had no idea how much the thought of Sebastian leaving was bothering his brother. He sighed, sitting up straighter, resting his back against the counter, pulling Severin up from the floor onto his lap. He sighed, leaning down to brush a kiss to his jaw, arms tight enough his couldn't struggle free. "I'm gonna come back Rin."

You: Reaching out, he dug his nails into the fabric of his brother's shirt and bit down on the inside of his cheek again. He wanted to shout more, wanted to kick and scream and fight until he was too exhausted to stay awake. Too tired to think about everything that was going to happen soon. And when Sebastian kissed his jaw, he relaxed and tipped his head back and partially to the side to expose the skin more. "That's exactly what mum said... So you better fucking mean it or I'll go out there and kill you myself." He bit out, trying to seem much stronger than he was.

Stranger: "Yeah? God forbid I get baby that mad." Sebastian snickered, carding his fingers through his brother's hair, leaning forwards to get a look at his expression and be sure he was looking a little better. He sighed, nudging Severin from his lap, half pulling him back to their feet. Sebastian turned him so he could look his brother in the eye, fingers gripping his jaw, gaze serious. "I'm always going to come back to you Severin. Got it?"

You: Finally complacent, he remained silent, letting Sebastian maneuver him like a rag doll. It was nice, being so close, being touched more intimately than he ought to be by his brother. Except, wasn't that what everyone wanted from their favorite person? He tried to look away, even reaching up to shove his brother's hand away. It didn't work so he conceded even on that part by reaching Sebastian's stare. He probably looked fucking pathetic, but wasn't that normal? "Got it. Suppose now's the time to tell you that the pack in your pocket is empty... While we're being all honest and shit."

Stranger: Sebastian watched him, expression dry and unimpressed for a beat. He sighed, lightly slapping Severin around the back of the head. "Pick up all the shit you threw." He muttered wearily, turning back to the oven to finish up their cooking. "Get out a couple plates, too, least you could do you little shit."

You: Severin laughed, unable to help himself because after all that just happened, Sebastian still wanted to fucking eat dinner. Doing as he was told, he picked up the forks and spoons. Just a few minutes later, he had the table set and was sitting down. "There. Now fucking hurry, I'm hungry, Bash." He spoke, playing with his silverware while waiting.

Stranger: "Thought you hated my cooking now?" Sebastian asked, turning off the burner, moving the pan over to the table to serve up a portion on each plate. He didn't sit down, moving back to the counter to pack up his leftovers, forever absorbed by his methodical routine.

You: Just like every night, Severin waited for Sebastian to finish cleaning up. "Don't know why you can't eat first. It's going to get cold before you even finish." He groaned, dropping his chin against the palm of his hand. "Basher, come on. I'll do it for you after. God, you act like you're already in the military."

Stranger: Sebastian ignored him, waiting until he had everything in order, before slipping down into his usual seat. "Bit of routine isn't going to kill anyone." Sebastian reasoned, reaching for his fork. He knew his bit of routine may or may not have been bordering on clinically obsessive, though that didn't matter to him. He nodded to Severin's untouched food. "Eat."

You: Severin cocked his head to the side before shaking it and beginning to dig in. He might say his brother's food was shite, but it wasn't. Not in the least. Any bird that caught him would be lucky, and damn him if he didn't begrudge that. Finishing up, he leaned back and dragged a hand through his hair. "This is good... What's for dessert?" He inquired, humming.

Stranger: "You ain't getting fucking dessert, baby." Sebastian snickered, throwing him an incredulous smile. "Nah, Rin, you've already robbed me today, thrown a punch my way, I don't think you even deserve this." He sat back, raking his hand up through his hair, pushing his plate away. "Wash up and I might change my mind."

You: "I rob you all the fucking time, doesn't really change much." He shrugged, though he did pick up his plate, and Sebastian, to set in the sink and rinse off. "I need a shower anyway. You can give it to me after, let the food settle in your stomach like an old man." Severin mused, grabbing his bag and to toss over his shoulder as he crossed to his room. He pulled out some pyjamas and a towel before walking into the bathroom to start on a shower.

Stranger: "About time someone taught you a lesson, boy. Taught you not to steal." Sebastian called after him, pushing himself up to his feet, crossing over to the sink to re-wash the dishes, sure Severin hadn't done it quite right. He'd never admit it, but he was far too fond of wasting a few hours in the kitchen. He sighed, getting start on dessert as he waited for Severin.

You: It wasn't a long shower and Severin was popping into the kitchen with a hum in no time. "What is it, grandpa?" He inquired, trying to loom over the male's shoulder to see what he'd been working on. "Tell me it's not spotted dick. I fuckin' hate that shit." He grumbled, placing his hand over his brother's hip as he tried to get a better picture.

Stranger: "I know you do. And it is." Sebastian smiled, turning his head to meet his eye. He nudged his elbow back into Severin's ribs, indicating to make him him sit down. "You're eating it though." He paused, focused on the food for a minute, chewing on his cheek before he voiced his thoughts again. "Rin, I mean it though. Can't go stealing from people. I'm different, but you pull that shit with someone else, you'll get in real trouble."

You: He flicked his brother's elbow, aiming for the man's funny bone. Not quite there, but that was fine. He moved over to the table and crossed his arms in front of himself. "You think I'm idiotic enough to pull shit like that on anyone but you? The fuck I'd do with your shirts? Or anyone else's? The packs are so I don't have to scrounge up money to buy my own." Severin defended, playing with the napkin on the table. "If there's anything I do before going into a professional theft business, it's gonna be prostitution, Bash."

Stranger: Sebastian frowned, silent for a long minute. That was the second time he'd mentioned that today. He didn't like it. Sebastian set down the bowl, turning around to pull out Severin's chair, leaning down to grip his jaw, carefully examining his expression for any hint of joking. "You wanna stop saying that shit, Severin?"

You: Severin resisted the urge to slap the hand away that was holding his face. No, he simply looked up at his brother, expression just as serious. "Yeah, yeah. I'll stop saying it once you stop being so sensitive." He snorted, trying to turn his face away and shove the male's hand from his presence. "Where's the spotted cock, Bash? I wanted something sweet."

Stranger: Sebastian tapped his cheek firmly, not loosening up his grip. "Hey. You stop fucking around with all that shit, saying that shit. I don't give a fuck what you like, don't give a fuck if you want to suck dick, baby, but I'm not letting my brother be a little whore, you understand me?"

You: Jaw clenching, he stared up at his brother and ignored the grip on his face. Completely subsiding it as if it weren't there and he felt nothing due to its presence. "What if I already am? What you gonna do then, Bash? Lock me up and throw away the key?" He spat, reaching up to grip Sebastian's wrist.

Stranger: "Yeah." Sebastian answered seriously, no hint of amusement in his expression. "I've done worse for less, Severin, don't you test me." The things Sebastian had done would make Severin's skin crawl and he knew it. His brother would never look at him the same if he knew half the things Sebastian had done just because he didn't like something.

You: "Then you may as well fucking do it." He challenged, because he didn't believe the man. "Lock me up, throw away the key. That's what I said, yeah?" He challenged, grip firming on his brother's wrist to shove it further away. He didn't know what Sebastian had done, didn't really know what he would do. Severin just knew that he didn't believe him.

Stranger: "You a fucking whore, Rinny?" Sebastian bit out through his teeth, free hand reaching up to grab Severin's wrist, stopping him from trying to pull at his hands. He leaned in closer, grip tighter, firmer. "Is that it? My baby brother's a little whore? 'Cause let me tell you something Severin, I never did all the things I've done for you, for you to turn out a whore."

You: Severin took his free hand, reaching up to try and pry away Sebastian's. "Bash, knock it off." He ordered, his hackles rising just slightly. He'd never seen his brother like this before and the male just wished he'd swallowed his fucking tongue instead of taunting. "Let go." Severin hissed, trying to his head back so he could get out of reach.

Stranger: Sebastian ignored his efforts, letting his fingers knot in Severin's hair, holding him as still as he could. "You answer my question, Severin, right now. 'Cause you're the smart one, you hear me? You're not wasting your fucking life whoring yourself out, I'm not going to fucking let you, you get that?"

You: "Sebastian," he hissed again, throat closing up. He didn't know if he should lie or tell the truth. So he just clamped his mouth closed, closed his eyes and trying to ignore what was going on. So he continued to tug, one hand moving to the one in his hair to attempt to untangle the locks with the fingers. "Enough. Stop."

Stranger: "That doesn't sound like a no to me." Sebastian murmured, watching his brother thoughtfully for a moment. He was lying to him, he was sure of it. Without another word, Sebastian wrenched his brother up from his chair, gripping both forearms as he led him along the hall to the basement stairs. Sebastian pulled his brother down the stairs, pausing only to flip on the lights, shoving him down the last few steps. "You think I was fucking kidding you, or something?"

You: True fear crossed Severin's heart for a moment and he wheeled himself to get free. Tugging and trying to wrench himself free. Shouldn't have fucking said anything. He should've been quiet, should've kept his mouth shut. "Sebastia, stop, please." He began, the fear beginning to rush him into a full body panic. It wasn't until he was shoved the last few steps down, tripping to the floor, that he began to beg. "Please, please, Sebastian. Stop. Stop. I'll talk, I'll do what you want, stop. /Please/."

Stranger: "You know what I've done Rinny?" Sebastian asked advancing on his brother calmly. He had slipped into one of his darker moods, moods Severin had been able to work him out of from time to time. Not today. Not with him being the cause. Sebastian cocked his head to one side as he looked down at his brother, a small smile tugging up the corner of his mouth. "For you? Wanna know what I've done for you?" He dropped into a crouch, reaching out to grab his brother's jaw. "Where'd you think Dad went? Mm? You think he just disappeared? You think he just left us his fucking house, stopped gambling your college fund, and just took off? 'Cause, he didn't."

You: Severing shift to get away, scrambling, his hands trying to lead him back. He should stand up and run, should get up, or knock some sense into his brother. Except he was paralyzed there. Once Sebastian's hand made contact, he closed his eyes to abandon the look on his brother's face. "Please don't. Please, Sebastian. I'm sorry, I am. I'm sorry." He hiccuped, his voice getting wet along with his eyes. "It happened once or twice-that was it. I took a few extra courses without telling you, and I didn't want to make you pay for it. You were showing up exhausted all the time. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please."

Stranger: "Yeah, you're going to be sorry." Sebastian murmured, tone low. He kept his gaze on his brother for a long minute, half torn between giving in and letting him go there and then just to keep from having to see him cry. In the long run, this would be better for him, Sebastian was sure of it. He sighed, pulling his arms around Severin, pulling him against his chest, one hand reaching up to run through the back of his hair. "I want every single name. Everyone who paid you."

You: Without realize it, he started to cry. He wasn't used to this and he was absolutely terrified. He'd known Sebastian would have been pissed, but he hadn't expected it like this. Never did he expect to see his brother like this. There was nothing but relief when Sebastian tugged him into his chest. He couldn't even speak through the shudder of his shoulders and hiccups on his breath. "I don't know-I don't know. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to stress you out more, and you worked more often when I took on that work load. I'm sorry."

Stranger: Sebastian sighed, closing his eyes as he tried to think. He kept running his fingers through his hair, trying to decide just what to do. It was impossible to decide. Sebastian sighed, dipping his hand down to search through Severin's pockets, taking everything, including his phone, figuring a few visits to his contacts would turn up something. Sebastian paused, brushing a kiss to Severin's forehead, before straightening up, heading back up the stairs without another word, shutting and locking the door behind him.

You: He seemed to relax the more Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair, and he figured it would be alright now. It wasn't. When Sebastian got up to leave, he moved to follow only to stop when the door shut in front of him. It was the lock that had him launching at it desperately. Banging on the wood with the fat of his fists. "Basher! Sebastian-please. Sebastian, please, don't do this. Please." He called out, testing the doorknob multiple times before resorting to banging on the door again. He didn't stop.

Stranger: "Just until I sort this out Severin, sit down and shut up." Sebastian called back through the door, grabbing a chair from the kitchen to prop underneath the doorknob on the off chance he managed to break the lock. Sebastian was gone for hours, chasing down every number in his brother's phone. He wasn't sure what time it was when he finally made it home, though it was well into the early hours of the morning. He stopped in the kitchen to clean himself up, put away the dishes, and grab a bottle of water from the fridge, before heading back down to the basement, stopping at the top of the stairs. "Rinny? You awake?"

You: Just until his brother sorted it out? He couldn't wait that long. So he searched the basement, looking for something his could break the door knob with. Maybe even the small window. He could climb out, couldn't he? There was nothing there for him to find, so he sat down and waited. At stop point, he fell asleep curled in on himself to keep his body heat. He couldn't say it was more than an hour or two. He heard Sebastian's voice, but he ignored it in bitterness. It wasn't fair and he'd caused it all. It wasn't fair. So he turned his back to the door and drew in tight and willed the voice to stop. He shouldn't have said a fucking thing.

Stranger: Sebastian sighed, moving down the steps to sit on the floor beside his brother, setting down the bottle. "Hey." He murmured, like nothing unusual had happened at all. "I fixed it all Rinny. You're not going to do that again. You're too good for all that, it's done now. Got it? Hey, c'mere, don't be mad at me."

You: Severin ignored him with a vengeance. Their games of 'seven minutes of silence' could not match the cold shoulder he was prepared to give. So he stayed where he was and he didn't make a move. Didn't say a thing, didn't do anything, he just kept to himself. It wasn't as if it were hard-staring straight ahead-and he had so many things to think about. What he'd steal from his brother next, he he'd land his first punch, even what words he'd spurn the other by.

Stranger: Sebastian sighed, reaching out to run a hand along his back, gentle that time, none of the anger there now he'd taken care of everyone who'd touched his baby. "I know you're mad at me, and that's alright." He murmured. "You're supposed to be mad. I'd be mad. But I did what I had to do, yeah? I can't let you make stupid choices like that. Not when I've tried so hard to get you everything you need."

You: The gentle touch made him flinch, simply because he hadn't expected it. Nor had he anticipated the bruising on his arms and the marks from on his jaw and chin. He could ignore those easily. Any situation and it would be fine. If he were to be entirely honest, it was the simple fact that Sebastian had abandoned him in the basement all night. Had left him there and had yelled at him and scared him. He kept to his silence, tucking his face against his knee caps.

Stranger: Sebastian didn't let up, simply running his fingers slowly over his brother's back, closing his eyes as he waited for him to give up and stop sulking. "I did what I had to do for you Rinny. S'always what I've got to do. Even if you don't like it."

You: Severin finally gave in, turning to face his brother. "Fuck you." He bit out, grabbing the water bottle. He opened it up to take a drink, not bothering to look his brother in the face. He didn't finish the bottle, just took a few sips and set it behind him. He didn't know how long he'd be down there. "So, you going to war, is that for me?"

Stranger: Sebastian tried not to smile too smugly now he was giving up. He held out one arm, waiting for his brother to move into his side. "Nah. That's for me, baby. Sort of for you, so we've got the income. But it's mainly for me, for once. Dunno. Might not go now I've got to keep a closer eye on you"

You: There wasn't much that could keep him away, so he sidled into that arm. Burying his face in his brothers neck as if that was exactly where he belonged. "You're fucking twat." He finished, releasing a shaky breath. "So long as you promise to come back, I'll be good. I won't do it again, and I promise I'll come back too."

Stranger: Sebastian nodded thoughtfully, wrapping his arm around his shoulders, leaning down to brush a kiss to his cheek. "We'll see how it goes, baby. I don't know. My head's all over the place right now, I can't think. I know you'll come back, 'course you will. We'll be fine."

You: "Can we go to bed now?" He pressed Sebastian, lips moving against his brother's neck. "Can we just go to bed and forget about it?" As if they could ignore it and continue on like nothing happened when so much had been revealed. Severin held onto the front of his brother's shirt and sucked in another shaky breath.

Stranger: "Yeah, Rinny. We can go to bed." Sebastian murmured, closing his eyes, tilting his head back just a fraction as his lips moved against his neck. He wasn't clear headed enough to really process that just yet. With a sigh, Sebastian shifted, pulling Severin's weight up into his arms as he carried his brother back up the stairs, setting him down when they reached the top.

You: Severin gave a nod and held on as Sebastian picked him up. He would've let the man continue had he wanted, but he figured this was fine. He reached down to grasp his brother's wrist and tugged him along towards his brother's room. He didn't say anymore, just opened the door and ushered the man in while following suit. "Come on then." He said as he moved to the bed and climbed in as if he belonged there.

Stranger: It had been years since Sebastian had let his brother sleep in his bed though he didn't want to argue. Shrugging out of his jacket, he moved to hang it up in the closet, nudging off his boots to follow them, before moving to slide into bed beside Severin, ignoring the sting of swollen knuckles as he pulled back the sheets.

You: Waiting for his brother to get comfortable, he moved forward so he could align himself with his brother's body. Burying his face in the man's shoulder as if this were something normal. "Goodnight, Bash." He mumbled, allowing himself the moment to relax. His shoulders were tight, but the warmth they were generating helped him loosen up. It beat sleeping on the basement floor anytime.

Stranger: Sebastian's arms came up around his brother, one still stroking across his back. "Night, Sev." He murmured, wanting to ease his brother up, make him relax again. He didn't speak for a minute, though couldn't hold off for long. "Didn't hurt you, did I?"

You: "Only a bit." Severin hummed, lifting up an arm to show the bruises that started to form. "Not like I haven't handle worse from you. Remember that time you accidentally broke my rib and I broke your nose?" He laughed, though it was a tired bemused noise. As if he were just wavering on the edge of sleep.

Stranger: Sebastian snickered, fingers grazing over his arm. His smile faded quickly enough as he examined the bruises through the dark. "Yeah, I remember." He murmured, letting his arm drop, silent again. It lasted almost five full minutes that time, enough he wasn't sure Severin would even hear him now, conscious or not. "You kissed me."

You: The statement would have gone away if it weren't for the way Sebastian had said it. He gave a soft hum, too tired to say anything more, and it wasn't like it required a true response. Then he started to think about it. "Yeah, I did kiss you." The male finally spoke up. "Not even the best kiss either." He snorted, opening an eye to look at his brother. "Why?"

Stranger: Sebastian's eyes were closed. For a minute, he considered not replying again, pretending to be asleep. It didn't work out quite like that. He shrugged one shoulder a little awkwardly. "You." He murmured, like that were all the explanation he needed. "What'd you do that for?"

You: "Because," Severin stopped, unsure of what to say. So he shifted up, leaning over his brother to look down at him. "You'd think I was worse than a fuckin' freak if I told you. Just go to sleep, okay?" Was the quick deflection, the exhaustion dissipating slightly. Not like he wouldn't start falling asleep if he laid down anyway.

Stranger: "I don't think you're a freak Rinny." Sebastian murmured, not opening his eyes, even as he sensed Severin looking down at him. "I don't. Even if you act like a little whore, you're still my baby brother. Never going to change that."

You: "What if I said I loved you?" He shot out, too quick to think or take it back. "Not like brothers do, Bash. Like in the way you've always liked your girlfriends." Severin spoke quietly, watching his brother's expression before leaning away. It felt like it was time to get up and leave the bedroom. Maybe walk out and bury himself in a ditch until his brother forgot.

Stranger: Sebastian sighed, opening his eyes again. There it was. He had always known there was something different about the way he and Severin behaved. It hadn't gone unnoticed by Sebatian, simply, unmentioned. He shrugged, choosing his words carefully. "I'd say I know you do."

You: It wouldn't change then, and why Severin was disappointed was something he could only explain to himself. He laid back down and dragged a hand through his hair. "Why are we talking? Shouldn't we be sleeping?" He joked, lightly jabbing his elbow into Sebastian's side. "Too fucking early for this."

Stranger: Sebastian didn't crack a smile. He didn't say a word at all for that matter. It was wrong. To Sebastian, it was all wrong, as far as he'd been taught. Then, so was murder, so was beating anyone who so much as looked at his brother wrong. Sebastian sat up abruptly, shifting his brother over onto his back, leaning down to steal a harsh, lingering kiss. He pulled back after a minute, thoughtful. "Doesn't make me one of those fuckin' queers, you hear me?"

You: Maybe he was wrong. Maybe Sebastian meant it negatively? He sure as hell thought so when he was on his back and his brother was leaning over him. He just really hadn't expected the kiss. He drew into it, fingertips twitching to grasp Sebastian and never let go-fuck. /Fuck/. It ended too soon. "Just shut the fuck up and kiss me again, Bash." He purred, dragging the man down so he could kiss him again. Not caring whether it was a brush or a full on attack.

Stranger: "I'm not fuckin'- not fuckin' gay, or nothing, say it..." Sebastian murmured, needing to hear it. He paused against his lips, he ran his hands along his side, finger nails scraping across his skin, scraping up the fabric of his shirt.

You: "You're not a fucking queer-not gay. Just, fucking hell, Basher." He gasped, hips wiggling as he tried to get those hands to go higher. To lift his shirt off completely. "Better?" Severin prompted, voice dropping down just the bit show how affected he was becoming. How many times had he thought about this? Way too fucking many.

Stranger: Sebastian nodded, relaxing a little with those reassurances, even if he knew, even if they both knew, they were lies. He nodded, focused on that warm mouth, on what felt right. He could pretend this was just another girl, easily. Sebastian tore at the collar of Severin's shirt, not caring as he heard the fabric tear away, letting his hand move flat across his chest.

You: He'd yell about the shirt later, because, /fuck/, wasn't that hot? Pupils dilating and pulse rocketing, Severin arched his back to press against the hand and dig his hips into the sheets. He might have groaned into the kiss, might have let his hands wander to the front of his brother's pants, to where he wanted to touch the most. His fingertips teased at zip of his brother's trousers and he pressed the heel of his hand into the buttons gingerly.

Stranger: "Fuck-" Sebastian let out a quiet little growl that caught in his throat as his fingers ran down to his jeans. He nipped Severin's lower lip hard, though he didn't stop his hand's progress. Instead he let his hand constrict over his chest, digging in hard, free hand reaching up to knot in his brother's hair, jerking his head to the side to run his lips along his throat.

You: Sebastian had to know he was a fucking masochist. There was no way the man knew how to hit almost everything on his fantasy check list. Yet there he was, biting, scratching, and marring his flesh in the best of way. He moaned aloud this time, arching further and wasting no time in undoing Sebastian's trousers. As soon as he could, his hand was in there stroking his brother's cock.

Stranger: Sebastian didn't comment, simply grinding down into his brother's hand. He wasn't thinking any more. He didn't want to. He just wanted to let this happen. Sebastian bit down on his throat, sucking a bruise into his skin, wanting him to remember this in the morning, to remember him.

You: "Fuck, oh fuck. Sebastian," Severin writhed, bucking up without a warning. It was perfect. It was. or would be once he got Sebastian's trousers and pants down. Trying to get his free hand forward to do just that, he dipped his hand into his brother's pants and stroke his cock. Flesh to flesh.

Stranger: "Sh, sh. Shut up baby." Sebastian murmured, leaning up to graze his lips, before returning his attention to his throat. He didn't want to think too hard about any of this and hearing his baby brother's voice when he was this hard would take a little getting used to.

You: He opened his mouth to say more but just brought his hand up to bite down on the meat of his hand. He curled his fingers around the head of his brother's cock, jerking him off more fully not that he could. He grunted into his hand, searching for friction for himself. Something. Anything.

Stranger: Sebastian shook his head, nudging him away just long enough that he could kick away his jeans, giving Severin a little more access. "You make use of a mouth that pretty, I might just fuck you." Sebastian murmured, fingers back in Severin's hair, brushing against his lips again, a little softer that time.

You: Severin wasn't going to be told twice. Not this time. He pressed his lips against his brothers and shoved him up so he could move down. Took a bit of wiggling and time, but soon he had his tongue wrapped around the crown of his brother's cock. Laving at it as if it were the best treat he'd ever had.

Stranger: If he pretended this wasn't quite so fucked up, this was more than a little perfect. He groaned, folding his arm behind his head, closing his eyes as he let Severin work. "Good boy, Rinny..." He murmured, free hand finding it's way down to his hair, knotting through.

You: Placing his hands over his brother's hips, he went down in one quick sweep. He gagged a bit, having not anticipated the stretch or size, but a moan followed shortly after. He'd practiced his gag reflex, now it was like he didn't bloody well have any. Humming around his brother cock, Severin reached down to fondle the man's balls, gaze open as he fixated his eyes on the other. Not allowing himself to look away. Not one bit. He was memorizing this.

Stranger: Sebastian bit back a moan, dropping his head back as he moved. Once he'd given Severin a little opportunity to adjust, the fingers tightened in his hair, shifting a little so he could thrust deeper into his mouth, wanting to feel him choke just a little. He kept it slow and steady for a minute, easing up his pace bit by bit.

You: Severin braced himself for the thrust and tapped on his brother's hips. Attempting to signal that he could fuck his mouth harder or faster. He wanted to swallow his brother down all the way, leave himself imprinted with the memory of his mouth so full. In the meantime... He reached down to touch himself, stroking his cock through his trousers.

Stranger: "Nah, no you don't..." Sebastian breathed, reaching down to pull Severin's hand back from his own cock, in the mood to be entirely selfish and make him pay for everything. He pulled Severin's head down almost violently, deeper on his cock, holding him in place for a few seconds, cutting off his airway in retaliation, before picking up again, faster that time.

You: He gasped once he was pulled back, reaching forward to stabilize himself on his brother's hip.When he was pulled back down, he gagged, choking around his brother and beginning to squirm. He felt his vision prickle at the edges and he didn't know what more he could do. Just took it, enjoying the entire ride even if his vision blurred with water.

Stranger: Sebastian snickered at the way his brother squirmed. It made it worth repeating the gesture a few times, feeling the way his throat constricted around his cock with a smirk. He couldn't keep it up for long, pulling back. "Jeans off, on your back." He murmured.

You: Once let go, Severin leaned back and dragged air into his lungs desperately. Once finally able to breathe more steadily, he was working on his trousers, slipping them off with his pants and moving onto his back like Sebstian had ordered. He wanted to reach down and palm himself-fuck, he was aching.

Stranger: "Christ, you really are a little whore, aren't you?" Sebastian murmured, amusement more than apparent in his voice. This hadn't been the first time he'd screwed around outside the usual, though Severin didn't need to know that. He slipped a finger into his mouth to suck and he nudged Severin's legs open, pulling his finger out. "Ask me nicely."

You: Yeah, he really was, but he'd only brushed the surface with Sebastian. The toys he had were nothing compared to what he'd hidden in his room. So as soon as it was time, Sebastian slicking up his fingers to stretch him, Severin finally leaned down to touch himself. Just pressing his orgasm at bay, because fuck. This was everything he'd wanked about. "Please, Bash. Fuck me already." He groaned, lifting his hand from his cock. "Please."

Stranger: Sebastian paused, clicking his tongue like that was the very last thing he had time for. He ran his finger around his hole, pushing in a few inches, making no effort to be gentle. "Don't really see why I should." Sebastian murmured, pushing in a little deeper, right down to his knuckles, before pulling back, loosening him up slowly. "Could go out and get anyone, you know that? Someone who's not a fuckin' whore."

You: This wasn't fair. Fuck Sebastian. Fuck the fantasies. He bit down on the inside of his cheek, abusing it further as Sebastian pushed his finger into him. it would be easier with lube, but at the same time... This was nice. 'cept Sebastian kept running his mouth and he couldn't stop blushing. "I'm not like them, and you fuckin' know it. I'm special, and I'd fuckin' do whatever you want." He spoke, looking directly at his brother, giving a gasp.

Stranger: "Mm. I know. 'Cause that's just what whore's do." Sebastian snickered, pausing for a second to add a second finger, knowing he didn't have the time or patience to go out and buy lube right then, nor the want to ask Severin if he had any. He was planning on making this harder than it needed to be. Still, he liked that. That blush. It suited Severin more than he'd know.

You: He hissed, digging his nails into the sheets as Sebastian used a second finger. Fuck. /Fuck/. He needed to breathe for a second. In fact, the snicker went right over his head. When he could breathe, he gave his own smirk, releasing the sheets for the moment as he replied. "Nah, Basher. It's just what I'd do for you. Can't say anyone else fucking would."

Stranger: "Trust me, I know 'em. I know what I can do to whores." Sebastian murmured, leaning down to graze his lips across his brother's neck, gentle for just a second, before snapping his teeth against his skin. He pulled back, withdrawing his fingers to replace them with the head of his cock, pushing in abruptly a few inches.

You: It was a trick. One he hadn't seen coming. Fuck his brother. The mock of a kiss was nice until Sebastian with burying himself into his skin, bruising him. Fuck, fuck, /fuck/. He cried out, half of his body lifting once the man invaded. Didn't matter if it was the whole thing or just a few inches, it stung. Severin's stomach muscles clenched and his whole body went rigid and just like before. He forgot how to breathe. "Fuck, /fuck/ you." He bit out, nails digging into the sheets as he adjusted. Fuck, he really was a whore. God, he was, if his erection picked right back up.

Stranger: Sebastian snickered again, trying to go easy for a minute, giving his brother time to adjust. He paused right there, waiting, before inching forwards again, withdrawing quickly, then pushing back, not too patient. He steadied himself on his brother's hips, pulling him in, fingers tight against his skin. "Fuck you too, Rinny."

You: God, his brother was a dick. He was going to curse him out once they were done, maybe tell him he'd have to find someone else's throat to fuck for awhile. All empty words because when he shifted down, Sebastian dragged right against his prostate. "You already are, prick." He shot back, reaching down to hold onto the man's wrists, keeping them right where they were.

Stranger: "Oh. Yeah." Sebastian laughed, distracted for just a moment, before his hands were on his wrists. He was done taking it easy, figuring if his brother hadn't adjusted yet, he wasn't going to. Sebastian dragged Severin's hips back, slamming in with a little more force, wanting to draw a reaction from him.

You: The reaction was a filthy curse and bucked. His nails dug into Sebastian's wrists and his head dropped back, fuck him. Fuck every bit of him because that hit him right over the prostate. "I hate you," Severin inhaled, adjusting himself against so he could try and get his brother's cock to brush over his prostate. Just a little bit more, a draw back, and he'd be right there.

Stranger: Sebastian's fingers tightened on his hips, shifting a little as Severin moved. "Nah-" He murmured, thrusting back in hard, picking up a steadier rhythm now he had adjusted to the size of him. He dragged him a little closer, leaning down to graze his lips across his neck.

You: Fuck. That was all he could say now. His eyes widened and he gasped, that star burst of sensation pounding into his nerves. Each thrust, if angled the right way, dragged right along the prostate. He was so hard now, positively leaking, and there wasn't enough spit to keep a smooth glide of Sebastian's cock, but Severin didn't care. He arched his back and exposed his neck with a filthy moan.

Stranger: Sebastian paused, pulling out just a little, spitting on his hand giving his cock a few quick pumps, before thrusting back in again, lips back against Severin's neck, switching between gentle kisses and bruising bites. "Fucking... Rin. You're fucking perfect."

You: As if he'd read his mind. How fucking brilliant was that? All but purring the praise, he turned his cheek and captured his brother's lips. Nipping at them as he bucked right back into the man's thrusts. "Fuckin' told you." He breathed, dragging his nails faintly down his brother's ribs.

Stranger: Sebastian didn't reply, teeth grazing across his pulse point. It didn't matter any more, any of it, that this was his brother, that this was wrong in his head. It wasn't any more. His fingers tightened in Severin's hair, jerking his head back just a little more, wanting to hear him react.

You: Severin grunted, digging his nails right into his brother's hips. "Fucker," he groaned, though he didn't even fucking care. The pain pulsed in him, heightening the sensation of being right on the edge. He'd cum if someone touched him, and the thought was entertain if he didn't know the fact that Sebastian would continue thrusting into him while he were still sensitive.

Stranger: Sebastian shoved his brother forwards, fingers tight in his hair pressing his head down against the bed, free hand bruising his hips as he picked up the pace, knowing he was closer to the edge, simply wanting to get there. It took another minute of a harsh, unrelenting, pace before every muscle seemed to clench. Sebastian's fingers tightened over Severin's skin as he came, pushing a little deeper, before relaxing, not quite pulling out just yet.

You: Fuck, fuck, fuck. He needed to find another word to say, but the moment Sebastian picked up, he was fucking lost. Gone. Nada. Zip. /Zilch/. He reached down with his free hand, uncaring whether or not he was supposed to touch. A few more stroke and he was cumming hard and right over his stomach. He didn't want to think about what the stick mess he was, or that his whole body throbbed. He clenched around his brother, praying on his sensitivity. He did once ore twice more before being two exhausted to do anything else but relaxing.

Stranger: Sebastian stayed put, silent and thoughtful for a moment as he tried to come back down and gather his thoughts, breathe a little evenly. Eventually, he pulled out, shifting over onto his back, throwing an arm over his eyes. "You're fucking weird, Rinny." He murmured, though there was a smirk in his voice.

You: "Said as much earlier." He shot back, not wanting to be a sticky mess but also not wanting to move. "Grab me a fucking flannel or something. I need a rag to clean up your mess." Severin teased, turning onto his side to look at his brother. "You also said I was perfect, so I'll take both. Just buy me flowers next time, okay?"

Stranger: Sebastian sighed, kicking at his brother's side. "Go take a shower." He muttered, not in the mood to move an inch. He sighed, scrubbing his hand through his hair, not entirely sure what he was supposed to say to his brother after something like that.

You: "Fine, but first..." Severin wiped up the congealing liquid on his stomach and rubbed it over his brother's. As if he were quickly massaging it into his skin. Childish as it was, he didn't fucking care, and he leaped up before Sebastian could get him back. "Night, Bash." He called out, right at the exit of the room.

Stranger: "Prick!" Sebastian called after him, sitting up straight. He grit his teeth, running his fingers across his stomach, shaking his head. He'd need to change the sheets when he woke up, so he simply used them to clean himself up, before dropping onto his side, falling into an oddly content sleep.

You: His shower hadn't taken long at all and he was more than a little exhausted. So did he go back to his own room? No. Severin climbed right back into Sebastian's bed without a care. He dragged the sheets up and over his shoulder, being mindful of the mess, and settled himself against his brother's side. In those few minutes before sleep, he contemplated how one fucked up night had fixed everything for him.

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