A Brother's Love

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Blame ignored his panting brother to pull on his faded patched black jeans, and a pair of equally abused boots. As he rose to his feet, he glanced down his chest to the scratches that adorned him. But he didn't smile as he thought he would of, he didn't feel as good as he thought he would, although it was damned near close. 'Seems like there should be something else.' he thought as he walked through the door and locked it behind him, leaving a bleeding and heaving child on the bed.

"So, you finally took him?" Shade said as Blame walked past the table, heading for the ragged couch. Blame snatched the toast out of his hand as he went to take a bite, but Shade merely rolled his eyes. "Answer my question, Blame." He snapped as his older brother threw himself on the couch, propping one of his long legs over the back of the couch, even though he really didn't need to be told the answer.

"My mouth is full, moron." Blame said, then took a bite of the toast. Resting one of his arms across his chest, and the other holding his toast, Blame stared dully up at the ceiling, while across the room, he heard a door being picked, open, then slamed shut. Wow, Shade was doing everything to get on his last nerve. As he ate his toast, he though about last night and how he'd convinced himself he couldn't wait any longer, he wouldn't. he'd taken Lucious ruthlessly and with no mercy. Of corse the boy had screamed, but that seemed to only further fuel his fire, further ravage all his pent up lust and rage on his little brother. Oh, it had been glorious to see the little body under his, the bright halo of blonde hair thrown about the pillow, the look on his brother's face. Yet, somehting had been missed, something had been forgotten, and seemingly... somthing was missing. What had happened? He knew Lucious had fought him up untill the time that the small boy had learned that if he stopped trying to resist it, the less it had hurt. That had been good. Lucious had given in but Blame hadn't. He had been intending to have the boy roughly, and he did so, even if the child stopped screaming, even if Lucious hadlaid there, quitely bitting his lip tightly, blood trickling down his chin, mingling with sweat and tears. But that wasn't the only blood that now covered the bed. Blame bit his lower lip as he thought of how much blood a body so small had yeilded so much blood. Mabye...Mabye he shouldn't have been so rough, but he quickly shoved the thought from his head. It was the only way Blame knew how to go about it, rough and hard. It was all he'd ever been taught, and all, well, all he'd ever lusted after. There was no fantsy he'd played out in his head that was soft and slow. There was no other way he would do anything.

Still pondering over what he'd done an hour later, Blame heard his bedroom door open and lazily glanced ove in that diredtion. But he quickly turned his gaze back to the ceiling.

"Blame."

Bluntly ignoring his brother, Blame rolled over into the couch.

"No. Seriously, Blame. Look. Look at what you did to your little brother." Shade snapped, and quickly made his way over to the man lying on the couch. Jerking on BLame's shoulder roughly, he tried to turn ihs brother over but failed. "Blame!"

Grummbling, Blame finally allowed to be turned over and hauled off the couch. But, no standing was not enough and he was shoved, coaxed, and prodded before he stood in frount of his littlest sibling. Shade hissed in his ear, "Look at him."

Rolling his eyes, BLame finally glanced up and down his little brother's body, which was wrapped in a little more than blood-stained sheet. Yeah, so the boy had a few brusies, and scratches, and cuts. So? Shade knew first hand exactly what he was capble of in bed. "What, Shade? What the hell are you trying to get me to see?" he snapped and wheeled around to his other little brother, but Shade held his ground, defiantly staring up at him.

"You broke his wrists, you brusied his hip so bad it's black, and I think some of the scratches on his back are going to have to be stitched up, and look at all the other bruises and lacirations." Shade snapped, poking Blame in the chest.

BLame bristled as his brother's finger touched his bare skin, feeling his lips twitch in a retained snarl. "And what do you have to say about it?" he half-growled.

"For one, you should'a been eaiser on him, your Going to fuck him into a early daeth. The best thing you could do for him is finish him off!", Shade snapped, and Blame raised his eye brow at those words but Shade wasn't done yet., "And two, he's fragil. You know he bruises easily, and you know he sure as hell don't get enough to eat 'round here. Plus, it wouldn't hurt you if you tried to be nice to him once in a while, he's a shivering ball of fear, even around me. Your being horrible to him, to us. Just like Luca, and -"

Blame snarled deep in his throat as he slammed Shade into the table, and over it. "Don't ever say that. Don't" -he picked his brother off of the table, hand tigh around the small neck and threw him back down on it - "Ever. - another slam - "Compair" - another - "Us." As he finished gagging Shade, he roughly threw him to the floor and lifted his foot in frount of his little brother's stomach, before stomping down. The form under his foot grunted, and curled around into it's self as he lifted his foot. Shaking, Blame turned to Lucoius, fully intending to take his rage onto the next brother, yet he stopped, dropping his hands to his side, staring.

Lucious's gaze met his, and he stared at his little brother for a moment before glancing to Shade. "This isn't your fault." The words had left his lips in a hushed voice as he turned quickly back around, and took a handful of brown hair, and began dragging Shade outside, even as his brother screamed weakly and tried to throw him off. As Blame threw Shade to the cold ground and slammed the door behind them, he smiled, pulling a dagger that was lodged into the wall, out. He waited for a moment as Shade made his way weakly to his feet, rocking back and forth lightly, a pale hand clutched to brusied chest. "Blame, p-please...I'm s-s-sorry." he wheezed, glancing at the glinting light reflected from the knife.

"Yeah, well I'm not." Blame grinned as he advanced on the tremmbling form of his little brother. Not allowoing him any time to struggle, Blame had both slender wrists behind his back, cold metal shoved up to a tender neck. "You hate him, don't you? You hate Lucious cause he took all of my attention, hmm? Answer truthfully." he whispered into his little brother's ear softly.

"Y-yes, your ~my~ big b-brother. I w-was the one wh-who loved you, n-not h-" The res of the sentance was lost in gurgles as a smooth blade slipped through main artieres.

"Don't say he doesn't love me...I know he does." Blame said as he pushed his brother away from him, letting the body bleed over the crisp leaves and stepping over it lightly. As he opened the back door, he glanced up, seeing Lucious at the rustic stove they had, stirring something in a pan. Quitely he wrapped his hands around his brother's slim waist. He smiled softly as he he buried his nose into the soft blonde hair. "Lucious...How did put those scrathches on your back if...you were on your back all night?" he whispered and felt the body under him shudder. "That's what I thought..." he whispered softly, although his eyes shown with preditory gleam of knowing he'd been right. He always was....