A Brother's Love

Blame growled lightly as he woke, blinking his eyes heavily.He rolled over, expecting to wrap his arms around Lucious' body, yet found none. Snarling, he jumped up from the bed, not bothering to cover himself as he rushed into the doorway and stopped.

Lucious didn't even bother to turn around at the noise, keepinghis sight on the food in the pan. Who else would it be? He heard Blame grummbling back to the bed.

Lying back down on the soft mattress, Blame noticed the amount of blood that stained the sheets. Even for thier games, that was alot of blood. . . What the hell had gotten to him so bad that he'd did this to Lucious?

~*~The Night Before~*~

"Blame. . ." Lucious sqeeked, and pushed at Blame. "Blame, what? Why are you doing this again!?"

Blame smiled, glancing up his brother's body. He was straddled over the young man's thighs, head bent low, his mouth working on one of the small scratches he'd just placed on the warm soft flesh just moments before. He'd pulled Lucious to the bed moments after he'd gotten back from theiving the closest village blind, and expected to get something in return for working his ass off all day. . . But Lucious was pushing against him, trying to get him off. "What, what? What the fuck am I 'doing again'?" he snapped.

Lucious blinked at his brother for a moment to see if he was just playing around. But that wasn't Blame. And he wasn't joking. Lucios frowned. Had the talk they had about a week ago mean nothing? Did Blame only pretend to listen then? Luciuos felt his mouth tremble as he opened it to speak. "I . . . I thought. . . I thought you wouldn't h-hurt me any more, Blame. . . I thought you wou-"

Rolling his eyes, Blame bit down into the soft willing flesh before Lucious could finish. He looked staright up at Lucious and shifted his body so he was sitting staright now, hands resting on his thighs. "Blah Blah Blah. Shut up, Lucious. I wanna fuck, okay? We can talk about your feelings or whatever after I'm done." Quickly Blame returned to sucking at the wound. He wasn't a vampire, but Lucious' blood was so sweet, and he was hungery. . . 'Can't have sex on a empty stomach.' he thought, grinning, as he trailed his tounge down the smooth skin, to his little brother's hip before quickly burying his canines into muscle.

Lucious screamed, and found his hands sunk into Blame's hair, trying to pull him away. "Stop! Stop, it Blame!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to push Blame away. He would of kicked, had his legs not been trapped under the demon on top of him. He gave a sigh of relief as Blame pulled back, but it was quickly withdrawn as he was backhanded sharply across the face. He fell to the bed, arms colapsing under him in the process, shocked. A small frail hand went to his cheek as he touched the burning spot. His older brother glared down at him as hot tears began to blue into his crystalien eyes.

Sudenly, the smaller boy couldn't stop himself, he was screaming. Which wasn't very smart to do around Blame.

"But I SPILLED MY HEART OUT TO YOU!"

"AND I FUCKING DON'T GIVE A DAMN!" Blame snapped back, his own temper swelling in a matter of moments.

"YOU SHOUL-"

"BUT I DON'T! I DIDN'T SAY THAT I CARED IF YOUR HAPPY. All I want is you, panting in my ear, withering beneath me, calling my name in passion, Lucious. All I want is for ME to be happy." Blame snarled, digging his nails into the pale chest with sadistic glee. Lucious cried out. Blame straddled him over his waist and there was no way he could squirm out from his brother's thighs.

"I thought. . ." Lucious sobbed between the tears. "I thought we could be h-happy. . ."

"Funny, becaues I thought we were. I'm happy, and all you want is someone to care right? I care, I feed you, love you, keep you safe from the outside, do I not? WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?" Blame snapped. He didn't wait for a reply and bite down into his brother's neck, sucking at the crimson. Lucious screamed, and his body arched at the pain. But, unlike all the other times, he didn't try to fight back, he didn't have the strenght to even push at the strong body over his, in his limbs, in his heart. Sobbing quietly, his hands slipped down to the sheets. BUT soon, he'd even stopped sobbing.

Right there, lying in the strong grasp of his older brother, feeding him, bleeding, shuddering every so often, Lucious felt himself die. He'd told his heart to Blame, confessed to him, hell, he even let himslef willing be taken, and even confessed his darkest most deprived secret to his brother, told him with words that he loved him. . . and now this was how his love was to be returned, in blood, and tears and curses.

He'd hoped, prayed, begged that saying those words would have changed Blame, that maybe Blame would no longer need to hurt him, that his love could fix everything. He'd always been waiting to say those words, even as the vile acts his brother put him through tormented his soul, robbed him of his innocence. And now, even though he had, nothing had changed. Nothing. Everything he'd hoped would happened, everything that he'd lived for, everything that he'd wanted out of this miserable life, had been slowly painfully torn out of his chest. And only now did he feel the hole, the baren space where once laid his heart.

Yes, he wanted to make Blame happy, but he also wanted to be happy. He could look past the fact they were brothers. He could look past the fact Blame WAS a monster. He could of looked past all of the flauts and he would have been happy if only Blame would stopped treating him like this, if only Blame would return his love that didn't involve sex or blood or tears. . . But nothing had changed, not a damned thing. . .

As Blame continued with is assulte, he chose to ignore the fact that Lucious wasn't whimpering as he normally would. If the younger one of the two wanted to think that he'd go around and be all nice and loveing just because of a talk, he was sadly mistaken. Yea, a little bit of niceness here and there, now and then, he thought he may be able to stomach after what Lucious had told him, but there was no way in Hell that he'd just completly stop his favorite pastime, right? And if Lucious wanted to cry about it, he could just go on and do that.

~*~

Yawning, the older demon found himself quite bored with thier argument form last night, and rose from the bed. He could smell something good, and after pulling on a pair of pants that smelled decent, mad ehis was to the kitchen. He'd been completly ignorant of whatever happened to Lucious last night, he didn't even notice as he sat down. Like always, Lucious handed him a plate, then sat on the oppisite end of the table. Halfway through his meal, Blame glanced up, and arched an eyebrow.

"Are you eating, Lucious?"

Lucious looked up from the splinter in the wood of the table. "No. I'm not hungrey."

BLame rolled his eyes. Oh, so that was how the little fucker was going to be. . . Fine, let him starve. Starve or get over it.
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That was a tough chapter to write, cause I AM SICK AS A DOG. Ugh. I'm going to vomit all over my muse. . . Anyways. . . See? Blame's like me. One emotional break down and he's right back up, raping someone. *Gropes Blame* AHAHAHAHA. I am the Yaoi-King!

Blame: That's what you think.

Next chapter: Aw hell, I dunno. I think this fever is getting to my head. . . So don't expect the next chapter any time soon.