Zoras Musical Commissions

Title: Christmas Hell

Fandom: Original

Chapter: 1/6

Word count: 1,366

Commission for: Zora

AN: Finally! I got this bitch done after a long ass time! T.T It took forever to write but I did it. And then I edited it to death…

So enjoy.

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Standing before the house of his childhood, he tapped his fingers on his suitcase handle, eyes narrowed behind his glasses. It had been nearly three years since he had come around to see his family, the memory of drunken crying, laughing and fighting still haunting him. But apparently, his parents and his sister had gotten sober and straight nearly a year and a half ago, or so his sisters ex-husband, who was still well loved by the family even after the divorce had said. Then again, the tall, dark haired man was a perfect example of being a man.

Brandy was far from that, more art and science geek then athlete despite the fact that he jogged and occasionally swam. Shoving a hand through his mussed hair, he grabbed his suitcase handle and headed up the stairs, pressing at the door bell before letting go and looking around him. The house looked as if there had been some updates done, fixing the siding and the paint mostly. It also looked like the windows were fixed to, presenting an image of a home of a well to do family, such as they were with their bakery and coffee shop.

Sighing quietly and turning around, Brandys lips thinned out a bit as he looked up at his brother-in-law who smiled broadly in greeting. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought his favorite mangas and instead should have brought riot gear to hole up in his room with.

An hour later found him in his room finally, his I-Pod in its station and filling the room with soft strands of jazz and classical music as he tried to unwind from the rather enthusiastic greetings of his family, eye glasses askew on his face. Reaching up, he fixed them before frowning and taking the off to fix the smudges on them. Once they were cleaned off, he finally was able to drop his bags onto his bed, wondering just how he had been roped into coming over to the family house for Christmas.

Stopping, he blinked and glared at the window on one wall as he remembered his that his younger brother had flashed him a pair of puppy eyes and promised to rebuild one of his graphics computers.

Shaking his head and continuing to open his bags, he set up his computer and tablet on the desk. Smacking his lips, he muttered softly as he put the computer case to the side and worked on emptying his smaller suitcase, lining up most of his toiletries on the dresser, dropping the bottles of lube into the drawer of his bed side table.

He had a healthy libido but he was still known as a science geek, so it wasn’t even often that he got laid by someone who knew what they were doing. Tossing the small bag of toys in with the bottles, he made a note to keep a wash cloth and a bottle of water in there with the toys and lube. Finishing with that, it wasn’t long before he had his clothes put up and was sitting at his computer, creating a new piece of art for the web site he occasionally worked with. He lost himself in the graphics, colors and programs of creating pictures for the website, not even hearing everyone leave for something or another.

It was a knock on his bedroom door as he saved the graphics, causing him jump in surprise and look away from his computer. Looking at the clock, he gazed at the time before standing up and walking over to the door, pulling it open, finding his brother-in-law standing there.

“Brian,” Brandy greeted, nodding his head and tilting it to the side as he blinked up at him a few times. He hadn’t expected to see the other man standing at his door, at least not so soon. Looking around the other, he raised an eyebrow at not finding anyone milling about and amongst the rooms.

“They headed out to get a tree,” Brian said, waving a hand. “I figured you would like some coffee and actual food beyond that sugar cookie that you had shoved on you.”

“Thank you,” Brandy drawled slowly, his eyebrows drawing low as he tipped his head to the side again before stepping out of his room and closing the door behind him. “So, what’s on the menu?” he asked as one corner of his lips tipped upwards. Brian stepped aside, letting the smaller man walk before him to the kitchen, watching how he moved.

No matter how many people told him that Brandy was a nerd, he knew there was more to the bookish outer shell, as shown in the length of the mousy brown hair and the flashing chocolate eyes. Oh yes, there was more to Brandy then anyone could even think.

“I was thinking meatball subs, rather vegetarian meatballs,” Brian said, back tracking quickly at the look that Brandy sent him. “I remembered that you try not to eat red meat. I would have made turkey balls but I didn’t have the time to go grab the meat.”

“Thank you for remembering that,” the slightly smaller male drawled, smoothing a bit of hair back as they headed into the fragrant kitchen. Opening the crock pot, he sniffed at the scent of sauce, herbs and vegetarian meat balls that was bubbling away in the red sauce. “Got the recipe from Gabe?”

“Yeah, he was nice enough to share,” Brian replied, pulling down plates and putting them down before putting them to the side. Grabbing rolls, he stuck them in the oven on a tray to warm up as Brandy walked around the kitchen, gathering forks and a spoon to serve things up. Together the two had the meatballs and kettle chips that they found served up and were sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying their impromptu meal.

Brandy was finding himself relaxing around the other male as they continued to eat and chat. As they finished their food, they heard the truck pull up to the front of the house, drawing their eyes towards the window. Raising an eyebrow, Brandy stood up and gather the plates, heading back into the kitchen, missing the near pout from Brian before the man got up to greet their family.

“Hello, Brian,” Missy, his ex, greeted as she came in the door, kissing his cheek before pulling off her hat and gloves. Brian smiled and nodded, taking her jacket as he looked her over.

She was very pretty but they couldn’t ever be together again, and they both knew it, or at least that’s what he hoped. That didn’t stop the blond woman from trying and flirting with him, trying to get back into his heart and his bed. Brown eyes watched at Brian kept glancing towards the kitchen, where the sound of someone cleaning came from. She guessed it was Brandy, seeing as he was the only that was home, beyond Brian, making her wonder.

“How was the tree hunting?” Brian asked, looking out towards to the truck where the rest of the family was wrestling a tree down from the back of it as Melody, Brandy’s mother, coached them. Turning back to Missy, he cocked an eyebrow at her as she beamed happily at him, making him twitch just a bit.

“It was. Its to bad that you didn’t go with us,” she replied, pouting unhappily at him as he moved a few things out of the way of the tree hauling people.

“I wanted to see if could convince Brandy to come out and eat something,” Brian returned, watching Alex and Leon carry the tree into the living room. “Since you didn’t bother to gather him for lunch and didn’t bother making him something that didn’t have red meat, I decided I would,” he continued, feeling the urge to take a jab at the callousness that she had shown her younger brother.

“But...” Missy tried, watching Brian walk off without another word, heading for the kitchen and for her brother. “But why would I want to spend time with that brat?” she hissed to herself before smiling brightly at her father, Leon, her thoughts spinning.