Fan Fiction ❯ Brotherly Love ❯ There is No End ( One-Shot )

HAHAHA! I own everything! Even the poem! Written as a challenge thingy for Gaia Online :3 go me….

 

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<b><i>Love's Infection</b>

 

I hear your words, I hear your plea
You turn to run away from me
Your eyes are wondrous, oh so bright
But your soul is dark and devoid of light

A sea of emotions has taken hold
An angry fire is icy cold
And sorrow seems joyous as spring
And gloom and despair leave you to sing

But what is it that you have found
Along the skies; along the ground
Buried deep within a well
Locked up tight with binding spell

It can't be taken from where it lies
Where there it rots and withers and dies
For it is alive, despite all chances
Lying in wait; preying it advances

To steal up in the dead dark hours
Rising tall over trees it towers
With mighty roar and fiercesome claws
Longs incisors and gnashing jaws

Enclosing you inside its cage
And lighting fire; a blackened mage
Rousted from its fiery breath
Leaves the marks of painful death

What is it that stalks these parts
Troubling all inside their hearts  
And causing loneliness once deprived
From which a love has been revived

What is this that haunts us so
Until our blood has ceased in flow
And gives us nightmares and screams
Until we're bursting at our seams

Why do we bother to ask the question
Of this controversial wide spread infection
What is it we're wondering of
When simply named; we call it love</i>

 

 

I awoke quite abruptly, eyes snapping open, breath catching to where I choked and body tensing, freezing at the sound of a single gun shot. It was followed by two more rounds along with shouting of men who sounded like black gangsters, large and burly men with tattoos and drugs loading them down. Then, all was quite and I relaxed, breathing shallowly and trembling, quivering beneath the small blanket that my companion thought would keep me warm. My companion. He was quite the character indeed. Quite the character…… ah well it was only 4:30 this morning, the sky still dark and cloudy with stark grey rain clouds that threatened to turn into a boiling storm. I didn't want to get up because I knew there'd be nothing to do until Rune got home and even then I knew I'd have a handful. He was so unpredictable.

I shuddered to think of the past times I shared with that young man. Yawning and getting up to survey the misty old two room apartment building, I was glad to be rid of the springs that had poked me in the back all night. The couch wasn't the best place to sleep but compared to the bed it was a whole lot better. I scarcely dared to enter the bedroom at any time for any reason. I'd only held glimpses of it before and judging by the reeking smell that was kept at bay with sanitizing sprays, I didn't think I wanted to know. I feared asking Rune because of his….conditions as well. I just never knew what he'd do next. I pulled back my glossy hair in a band to keep it out of my face, turning to peek through the shabby cloth that served as a curtain to cover our bare window, the glass completely knocked out of it.

I waited around for at least an hour, doing nothing in particular but thinking about life and past experiences as the early morning sun began to shine through the rips in the window curtain. The front door creaked very slowly open. Lost in my own world, my attention focused on the imaginary, I didn't hear Rune slip inside the apartment I shared with him, locking the door behind him before creeping up behind me.

“Morning,” he mumbled, more of a raspy whisper, airy and cold as if he might be an old man on his death bed. He was only seventeen, I being four years older than he; I was his cursed care taker and brother, though not by blood. His deceased stepfather was our only link to our relation, both our mothers either dead or long gone. Paled and knocked out of my trance, I turned from where I sat at a kitchen chair to greet my so called brother back.

“Yes, an early one,” I smiled. Rune was tall and thin, both his long fingered hands, cold as ice, clutching my shoulders. His skin was pale as ever, and in the shadows held a greyish tint, but that couldn't be helped for the black cloak he wore concealed him in the shadows from the rest of the world.

I stood to hug him, his thin body as chilled as ever. His eyes averted their gaze from mine, a steel stormy color, metallic in appearance and just as cold and piercing as the rest of him. Thunder rumbled in the distance and clouds moved over where the sun was trying to survive through the bitter weather. He pulled my hair down.

“Brother,” he breathed down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Was he in one of his weird moods again? Hesitantly, for I didn't want to seem as if I was rejecting him, I loosened my grip and backed away from him. He let his arms hang limply at his sides before drawing them to his body, wrapped around his stomach, and nearly doubled over. When hunched as he was now, he was just as tall as me. His wispy black hair hung in dreads around his shoulders, beautiful hair I would say, if it didn't seem so dead all the time. I stared at him a long moment, my green eyes glazed and worried, unsure of what would happen. He smiled.

I was taken slightly aback, and now fearful; I wanted to run but I was rooted to the spot. He gave me a lazy grin.

“Please, come, Brother,” Rune nearly whispered, voice lazy as he rolled his head to one side, eyes alive, dangerous and, as always, unreadable. He trailed one cold pallid hand under the palm of mine, lightly, beckoning me back to his bedroom. I was a shade whiter, eyes wide and fearful as to what he had in store back there. But what would he do if I didn't go? Recognizing my hesitation, his eyes darkened, cast downward and glowering. His icy grip tightened like a chain around my hand and he pulled me closer. He smiled once more, his lip curled evilly and maliciously, his intent corrupt and twisted. I couldn't laugh the matter off, but how could I know his intentions were not cruel and just something simply off the wall? Maybe he just wanted to talk or have tea tell me his plot of world domination again. I gulped as I was enveloped into the folds of his dark room. It was pitch black and I heard the door close gently behind me, Rune's grip still on my hand as I heard him lock the door. He pulled me along before shoving me down on something.

I lost my balance and fell, glad that I didn't land on the floor but on what seemed to be his bed. I lay stock still, waiting for whatever else might occur. In the complete darkness I felt something cold lock and click around my wrists. Handcuffs. I was pulled up on the satin sheets. Wait, we could afford satin sheets and not necessities like food or drink? Cold, quick hands chained me with no resistance to what I assumed was a bedpost. All was left in silence. Everything was still. It was eerie and I was already beginning to feel clammy with fear. My heart was pounding and I swallowed dryly, knowing Rune wouldn't do anything to threaten my life…. Would he? The silence screamed in my ears and I didn't even notice I was being undressed until the cool suppressing air rushed to meet my bare skin. I shivered involuntarily as stealthy hands worked the buttons undone on my shirt. I was breathing through my mouth, so far able to control most of myself.

“Rune?” I quivered, my voice small and firm despite how frightened I was, body tense and motionless as I lay there against his satin sheets awaiting what he might do.

Somehow I could sense his wicked grin in the dark. Several soft unidentifiable noises were heard to my right. A cold hand tickled its way up my thigh.

“Open your mouth for me,” he whispered, right next to my ear. His warm breath startled me and I jerked unintentionally, the cold metal cuffs reminding me I was bound. I was reluctant for too long which was cured by two slender fingers opening my mouth gently for me. Some sort of pill was dropped in my mouth. What was it? What would it do? He tilted my head back, stroking my throat and I swallowed.

“Good boy,” he purred, still caressing my neck. I shuddered at his touch. It was so weird to be so close to someone like Rune. At best I'd only ever hugged him….. Something else was placed in my mouth, around my head. A restraint, perhaps? I tried to speak but couldn't.

“Only a few minutes,” he whispered, voice thick with some emotion I could not identify. I wiggled uncomfortably on the bed. I heard other movements before I felt a weight on the bed—something was hovering right over my midsection and I only assumed it was Rune. Something on my chest….. He giggled…. Warm… wet…. A tongue?

“Mm….” I tried to protest but couldn't. It tickled. An odd sensation. An odd reaction.

What was he……….? His fingers?! I groaned, eyes widening, brows furrowed as he proceeded to kiss my neck, continuing his ministrations elsewhere on my body. He growled from his position on my chest, biting me tenderly as he exercised his one hand, making me twist and groan in his grasp. He continued what felt like a life time but was probably only a few moments, tickling my body with his tongue, a fire rising within me and making me crave for something insatiable. He rubbed me and sparks ignited. I moaned, writhing, cringing with pleasure. I would have gasped if I could have, but with the obstruction in my mouth, I could only inhale deeply through my nose as I felt his fingers being replaced. His cool skin pressed against mine, his belly on mine, his hands somewhere on either side of me, his legs pressed against my thighs.

What was he doing? How could he do this? What had he given me? A stimulant of some sort? Why? Why was he doing this? I had a million questions racing through my head but there was nothing I could do. I was being pleasured too much, and I was too fearful of what he might do if I resisted to be able to put up any kind of defense. I gave in, protesting in the back of my throat, caught between moans and cries of defense as he murmured against my neck. I wrenched my head to one side, then the other as he moved against me. I was on fire, thrashing, cuffed to his headboard, huffing, head dizzy, heart thumping, body aching. Rune kissed my chest grinning wolfishly against my skin and chuckling softly to himself, his hands holding my waist, keeping me still enough to ride me in his gentle, yet somehow rough, deep pace.

With my head back, hands jerking at their bonds, still writhing, pressed into the satin sheets, Rune carefully removed what he had used to keep me quiet, thrusting deep, making me gasp and moan loudly. I felt a hot liquid fill my body and my achingly built up pleasure was released, Brother biting my throat and growling seductively. Slowly, I relaxed, becoming a dead weight and sighing, shuddering, sweating, confused and somewhat frightened; a lazy kind of contentment threatened to steal over me. For a moment, all I felt was Rune's weight pressed against me, still, not even his breath caressing my skin. In the silence I heard the wind of the storm howling outside, rain battering against our small apartment. We'd have to board the window up soon or face a flooded room. Panting but regaining my breath, Rune sat up, his hair trailing over the skin of my chest; I groaned when he left me. Quite suddenly the lights flickered on, dim lights from veiled lamps in one corner and along the walls.

An overhead light came on, glaring and blinding me momentarily. My eyes adjusted and I slowly blinked them open. I gulped, paling and stiffening, suddenly very aware as to how vulnerable I was. Eyes wide, I surveyed the room in a quick sweep of my eyes. Bones were scattered across the room, blood smeared on the walls. Chains dangled from the ceiling, rusted with corpses still lifeless and hanging. A collection of what looked like tools for torturing lay shelved; polished as if they were trophies. The carnage was alarming; I'd have had no idea that this was what lie behind the door of Rune's room. I couldn't smell the death that was ultimately there; the air was stale, maybe more so that the rest of the apartment that wasn't drafty, a scent of lemon tinged with the coppery taste of blood hung in the air. I was used to the aerosol scent of his room but in all honestly, the appearance was nothing what I would have thought it to be. The bodies had to have been stuffed with something, leaving only the flesh to rot, or surely I would have found out by now.

The lights flickered. Rune was in front of me, at the foot of the bed. He was standing like he had before, head down, ebony hair obscuring his face, arms limp. They flickered again. He looked at me, grinning maniacally, eyes glinting insanely. I could only stare in fear. The lights went off with a crackling zap noise. I quivered, barely able to breathe. I was terrified. Thunder boomed outside, the storm atop of us. There was a soft weight on the bed and I lay, stock still, rigid as ever. He was over me, like he had been only moments before. Something cool and metal pressed against the middle of my chest. I stopped breathing, starting to feel like I was hyperventilating, my heart about to beat its way out of my chest.

“Brother,” Rune growled, his voice cold, the happiness disturbing against its background of gruffness. There was a clicking noise; the cocking of a gun. It was trailed gleefully up my throat to my mouth.

“Brother,” he whispered.

I was terrified, screaming inside but only able to whimper, tears already rolling down my cheeks.

“I love you.”

 

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