A Brother's Love

Moaning, Lucious opened his eyes, although he found it quite hard to do. HIs whole body tremmbled as he woke, even though he was finally alone.His whole being ached, throbbing in pain. Even ths smallest act such as trying to move his hand, caused a great fire of pain to shoot up his arm, blinding for a moment. He decided it best to lay still for the moment.



Staring up at the lovely red canopy, he wondered why he'd ever thought to run away. There, he had food, usallly, and he had shelter. He never needed to work, save for some small household chores, and...BLame was always there if he felt the urge to talk. BLame would answer sometimes, and on those when he did not, weren't so bad, mainly just a slap across the face. Ones that never left a bruise. Well, not all of them did. And thruthfully, Blame had seemed to care a little for his welfare, although not visably. The more he thought about, the more he knew he didn't actully have it that hard. Sure sometimes Blame would be rough, violent, but other times, he'd coax and caress, careful. It all depended on his mood. To go hungrey, to be fed, to have clothes or how sore he would wake up in the morning, all depended on Blame's ever changing mood. And, as Blame's mood switched back and forth, so did his. Sometimes it was almost...well, almost sot of nice living with ihs older brother, and other times he thought about finding a way to kill Blame in his sleep. But he'd never acted on those violent thoughts, sure that he would never give forgive himself. Blame loved him. Lucious well, he... Maybe he-



Lucious was startled out of his thoughts as he heard a mubling behing the door. He wanted to get up, prepare to try to fight back from what he knew was going to happen, but there was no strength in his body, and that was what left in his soul was slowly running dry. A sense of doom floated over him.



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With a cold demeanor, Blame rolled his eyes as he pulled open the door, ripping the hinges out of thier sockets. He greeted quickly with shouts of servents, but as they approached him, he snarled at them. A few fled but most just stopped and stared, either frghtened to what he would do to them, or what thier masters would do to them if they allowed him to pass. Licking his lips, he advanced on the closest one to him, a woman in an older age. She struggled as he grasped her wrists tightly, and when she refused to still, he snapped them, and tossed he to the floor. "Like to see you pick up a broom now.", he snapped "Now, will one of you please show me to your master? Now."



One of the smaller servents treembled, and nodded, and was instantly hissed at by his supeiors. He bowed his head and began to move off in another derection, fleeing, but Blame caught him around the waist. "No running away after saying yes, you little fucking prick. You ARE going to show me."



"Show you what?"



A silky voice flowed from the large stairway. Blame blinked as he looked up. A man stood alone at the secone floor, dressed in nothing more than bed sheet wrapped arouns his lower half. Dark hair tummbled in waves ot his waist and gloden eyes stared down coldly at down into his maroon red ones. The stranger reeked of sex, blood, and...Lucious. "What do you want, and what gives you reson to barge in here?" he snapped with athority.



This, of corse, angered Blame, and he made his way for the stairs. A rather large, rugged lookeing gaurd/servent, however, stepped up befor he had his foot on the first step. But with Lucious' captors or accomplace, or what ever the hell he was standing right before him, Blame was not to be stopped. He took a stepped backwards, then lunged forward. His feet landed on the man's stmach, and he lunged his hands forward, burying his nails into the rough felsh of just under the jaw. He ripped upwards withis hadns, while his head bent forward, sharp teeth lodging into the neck, and any arteris that may have been in the way. Blame felt his teeth puncture the windpipe, and the blood pour out of the body onto his. As the man fell backwards, Blame dislodged himself, and used the falling action of the man's body to propel up into apparent master of the house.



They fell to the floor, and Blame quickly pinned the smaller body under his. "Now, you can either take me to the boy you helped escaped, or found, or whatthefuckever, or I can simply tear this whole motherfucking place down, and rip you into so many little God-damned peices, they won't know who you are, okay? Okay, good, let's go." He snarled and pulled up the shoked man by the hair, who was surpriseingly still.'Must of had been treated like this befor owning a brothrel. . .Aw, what a poor soul ' Blame thought to himself, and began dragging him, none to gently from the direction he supposed he'd come from. Stopping a a junction of two hallways, he gave a rough jerk to the trendrals of silken smoothness wrapped around his knuckles, pulling the man up to stand on his feet. He was quite taller than the other, and glared down into the soft green eyes, which were briming with a placid fear.



"Where to, Master of the House?" He snapped, licking his lips.



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Andrie knew he should wait for his brother to return, but had no patience. Not with that enticing little body laid out across the bed like that, inviting. He grinned as he approached the bed, silk robe pooling around his feet.



"Ah, such a pretty little body. And such a shame you'll have to die so soon." Andrie grinned as he placed his hand on the edge of the bed. He saw Lucious twitch, trying to raise a fist in protection, but failing miserably. He laughed, crawling up the bed. "You can't even draw the strenght to protect yourself can you? Did the big boys hurt you? Aw, poor little golden angel."



Lucious shook, and closed his eyes tight at the taunting words. He was going to be raped again, and then die, wasn't he? Tears slipped down his cheeks, and he felt his entire body tremmbled. He couldn't even move, for Christ's sake. The man was right, he couldn't even protect himself from this. Maybe he was getting off lucky, maybe, death would be fast and simple. Maybe even painless. . .



Smooth hands were at his chest, and a thought surged through his mind. Maybe, this man would at least try to make his last moments a bit better, but the thought was cut short as the delicate hand roughly pinched his nipple, hard enough to draw blood. He cried out, or rather, he tired. His horse throat only aloowed a snragled raspy whimper go. The dark haired man smiled.



"Now, we can make this really easy and you can lie there like a good little whore or -"



"Or you can get the fuck of my God-damned brother." Blame snarled as he threw the other twin into the room by the hair, the small body slamming againt a table.



"Lacarda!" Andrie shrieked, and immedently scrammbled from the bed to his brother, who was moaning lowly. But he only got halfway there before he felt a sharp pain in his side, and the moment of weightlessness one gets when thier falling, or in his case, kicked across the room. Blame spent no further time on them, and in a few long strides, was at his angel's side, gently wrapping the shivering bundle up. Only when he was sure that Lucious was wrapped tightly, safely, in the silk sheets, did he return his rage back onto the two men who were just begining to rise to thier knees.



"What makes you think I said you could get up?" he said, hovering over the closet one, Lacarda. He quickly foundh is boot smashing into the floor, right on top of broken, mangled mess of fingers, the man's screaming almost enough to drown out his brother's shouts. He ground the top of his boot harder into the digits, and snapped his head up to glare at the other, smiling. The other twin now held a . . . Was that really a candle stick in his hand? How fucking cliche.



Blame lifted his foot as Andrie darted at him, hte screaming ceasing momentarily and carefully placed it on his prisoners head. "C'mon. Let's see how much pressure I can apply before you hit me enough to knock me out, kitteb." he hissed and Andrie abruptly stopped as Lacarda's screams renewed themselves with vigor. He saw the wide eyes dart to the bed.



"Don't even fucking think about it! I swear to God I'll smash your brother's brains all over the fucking carpet, and make you lick them up if you so much as lay a hand on that boy!" Blame snapped over the screams, but also incresed pressure.



Andrie dropped the candlestick, and began tremmbling. "Please! Stop it, your hurting him! Please, we didn't- We didn't- We weren't-" He sobbed, tears filling golden eyes, as he fell to his hands and knees, holding one hand out to Lacarda. Blame snarled but lifted his foot, and instanly Andrie crawled forward to grasp his brother's hand.



"Your still not getting off that easy." Blame growled,and picked up the abandoned candle holder. WIth just enough force to knock the twins out, plus just a little, he popped each one on the back of the head. Making sure they were both out with a small nudge to the face, he grunted in satisfaction, then turned his attention back to the shaking wade of sheets.



Licking his lips again, he pulled Lucious up to his chest, cooing softly in his native tounge. HIs little brother's eyes were closed, but his body was still being racked with shivering, though not from the cold. Blame resisted the urge to kick both of the unconcios forms as he walked past, and insted thakned them silently for owning a whore-house as he locked the doors from the outside. While walking down the main stairs, he passed a servent, and kindly asked where the kitchen was.



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Blame grinned to himself as people shoved him just a bit to get by. There were screams, and shouts for someone to call for help, but it didn't matter to him, not with Luciuos tucked safely against his chest. Glancing down at his little brother, his smile fading mournfully, he ignored the crowd that rushed past him, trying to get to the blaze that raged behind him, trying fruitlessly to save those locked inside. Hell, even Blame, who was now a good black or two away, thought he could hear the screams. . . Or maybe his mind was playing with him.



At home, Blame sighed as he lay his little bungdle down on thier bed lightly. His hands quietly unravled the little beauty under them, and fetching a damp rag from the bathroom, he began to, with more gentleness than he knew he possed, wipe his brother's face of the blood and grime. Long thin fingers caressed the bruseis, makeing sure not to disturb the sleeping beauty. When he was finished, he placed a small kiss to the pale forhead, and retrieved a chair from the table to sit untill his brother were to awaken.



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